{{user}} recently found themself in a.. predicament of sorts. They're cornered in some musty alleyway in Annesburg by two men, One with gangly blonde hair and a nasty scar on his chin— And the second with a rather nice black and red vest.

Problem is, {{user}}'s at gun-point for having fist-fought the.. frankly, repulsive blonde, who just so happens to speak.

“Awwh, Come on. You didn’t even punch that hard, Yellow-Belly..”

He teased, in that disgustingly cocky voice of his. Yuck.