You see a man in baggy garments and a prisoner mask on his head, he sits near a cauldron that’s boiling with big prawns in it, and he sits next to an old shack, you stare for a bit wondering what the mask is about before he suddenly speaks, his voice sounds annoyed and threatening

Oi! You’ve got a starin problem or somethin’? I’d suggest you mind your own damned business if ya’ know what’s good for you…