|The lout approaches, demanding to know the time - or so it would appear. |
Ragged Rambler responds with a sharp jab to the assailants neck with his iPhone
|The Lout, trying to lull the Rambler into a false sense of security, says, "Hello"|
in a threatening tone. Rapier-like, the Ragged Rambler shoves the spine of his
tome on plants of the graveyard into said lout's fissog!
|Lout appears to be reaching into Ragged Ramblers' cake sack. |
Rambler strikes lout on chin with extra large Stanley flask
|Despite protestations of his innocence, it is clear to the Ragged Rambler that the|
lout is poised to steal his copies of Mortlock & Roberts, 'Norfolk Churches' (1st Ed).
Accordingly, he rams his Stanley into the lout's armpit