Bob's Life
You make your way back to the gas station. You find the punk loitering like you found him. You toss him the gold coin. He bites it to make sure its real pirate-gold, then gives you a wink.
"You, little man, are they kinda kid I been lookin for. Ait. What you wantin to hit little man?"
"You, little man, are they kinda kid I been lookin for. Ait. What you wantin to hit little man?"