"Oh my god... Oh my god... Oh my god."

"... Here, drink some coffee to calm down."

"Thank you... thank you... thank you..."

I don't know what happened.

One moment, I was about to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge in hopes to swim away from this woman who was scarier than a loan shark.

Now, I'm sitting in front of a cafe... consoling that loan shark who was still crying from her 'post-traumatic ordeal'.

"Sniff, sniff... I-I've heard of the stories about gangs in New York and everything, b-but I never really believed it... Oh my god, please don't let it happen again (T_T). I-I don't think my divine heart can handle the stress!"

"... I told you, I pulled out my box cutter to defend myself, not to mug you."

"Still! Sniff! H-how would you feel if someone pulled a weapon out at you!?"

"I splash him with pepper spray and I stomp him in the groin."

"JUST HOW VIOLENT ARE YOU NEW YORKERS!?"

"APOLOGIZE TO EVERY AMERICAN IN ALL FIVE BOROUGHS! FROM MANHATTAN TO STATEN ISLAND!"

Don't worry. Once I'm done interrogating her, I'll thoroughly kick her holy @ss.

Yes, I will.