"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.