"Sir, please put down the gun."
"Why should I?"
"Well, if you don't I'll have to break your arm, twist your ankle, and break your shotgun in half."
"You won't do it ya little wimp! Hey-!"
"Sorry, Xander..", I said, taking the mans arm and putting my knee into his elbow. I then kicked his foot on the heel and twisted his ankle so be couldn't walk. Lastly, I broke his shotgun over my knee. I looked as he lay whimpering on the ground. "Ok, I'll tell ya what's up. Xander will be living with me now. We came to get his dog and then were out of here. Here's $150 to help with your doctor bills."