[b]STOPMAN III[/b]

Jack may have attempted this, but as he tugged, he found his hand enclosed in an iron grip of JUSTICE. Also, he was, you know, kind of a scrawny wimp. So, instead of walking out he just sort of tugged against the grip of a much larger and tougher guy.
[color=f7976a]"Come on, man."[/color], Souta said, [color=f7976a]"You got that receipt under duress, everyone saw it. For that matter, you didn't even get it signed. That receipt holds no legal value, and you-"[/color], he looked up as a song began to play, a song which had no meaning to him or any of the patrons as it was in English and this was Japan.
[color=f7976a]"Excuse me, could someone change that radio?"[/color]
There was a click, and the song changed to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ips2mM7Zqw]something from the top 40[/url].
[color=f7976a]"Thanks."[/color], he looked back at Jack, [color=f7976a]"So, you won't apologize? Not a very nice thing to do, you know. Guess I'm just gonna have to call the police."[/color]
Souta pulled out his cellphone and dialed 1-1-9, placing it up to his ear as he held Jack's arm in his other hand. On hold. Looks like this call was gonna take awhile.
[color=f7976a]"So, hey."[/color], Souta said nonchalantly to Jack as he waited for the operator to pick up, [color=f7976a]"You don't seem like you're from around here. What's your story, anyway?"[/color]