[@Phobos]

Mrs. Pickles didn't think the dude would punch him! He was hit square in the jaw, and actually staggered in his weakened, unprepared state. He coughed up a bit of blood. 

"You picked the wrong day to mess with me..." and then Mrs. Pickles let out his first punch of the day. All of his stress from fighting the crab monster, fear from fighting the Chimera, hatred of his brother, despair over losing his younger siblings, dependency of alcohol, the loss of his parents that still clung to him, the humiliation of becoming a human punching bag in front of heroes, the indigestion of being launched like a rocket out of an elevator shaft. It all went into that one punch. 

And Mrs. Pickles completely missed!

Gumbo would have to have been either completely blind or asleep to no see that one coming- it was just too full of emotion. However, when he swung at Gumbo and came short, the stitches on his arm from earlier came open, and a small stream of blood splattered into Gumbo's eyes, temporarily blinding him. Mrs. Pickles took this opportunity to collect himself.

He reflected on what he was doing. Was he going to let out all of his frustration out on this guy? Heck, he could hurt him! Maybe kill him! No, no, no. That wouldn't do.

Wait, you thought that Mrs. Pickles would hold himself back and try and reason with the man? No, I never said that. Mrs. Pickles just didn't want to [i]kill[/i] him. Instead, Mrs. Pickles decided that it would be a great idea to take advantage of this opportunity and brighten up his day.

Mrs. Pickles chuckled at Gumbo as he tried to wipe the blood from his eyes, then pulled down Gumbo's pants and ran away, laughing uncontrollably. "So you're mad that I killed your pet chimney, eh? Or Chimchar... eh, whatever. Well, if you want revenge, come get me!" Mrs. Pickles proceeded to dance around Gumbo, call him names, and bully him. If Gumbo attacked again, he'd be ready. And he wouldn't miss. Probably. I mean, come on, who knows with Mrs. Pickles?