"Richard triggered a huge barfight by
hitting that poor musician right
in the middle of the face for nothing.
Boy, when I saw that, I wrapped my belt around my right hand, walked right into the melee, and 'THUMP!', one blow to the back of that bastard's skull, and
everything was square again.
Soon, we could all go home."
The place cleared out, someone went for ice and towels; others cleaned up the broken glass and righted the tables.
Then, my pants fell down.