It's late on a Friday night and you've gone on a midnight stroll through the town. You receive a call from Golieth

"Where are you? You haven't been replying to my messages."

You tell Golieth you're on a walk and a nice man has offered to take you home, so you tell him not to worry.

"Stay right where you are, I'm on my way. And if that man even so much as touches you, I'll rip his fucking hands off."