Everyone held their thumbs up at that. “Take a good look. Now that’s a person who actually knows what it means to rear dogs. You really pale in comparison, Crewcut!”

“What’s it to you?!” the burly man bellowed. “Mind your own business, or I’ll butcher every last one of you!”

That only left everyone else infuriated.

“Threatening people at the drop of a hat? Did you think we’re all pushovers? Come on, do it-we’re not afraid!”

Crewcut quickly realized that there was no beating the mob and ignored them as he turned back to Frank. “I won’t ask for more, kid. Apologize to my dog and pay for its vet fee, or I’ll make you!”

“Pay you? Apologize?” Frank smirked. “You actually have the cheek to ask? In fact, not only am I refusing, but I’m demanding you pay us for causing mental distress. Refuse, and you’ll see what happens next!”

“Really?” Crewcut laughed. “Let me be frank-I’m no one’s bitch! Kill him, boy!”