We'd just rolled out of a bar and were walking back up the hill in the dark when said eejit jumped out from behind a bus shelter brandishing a screwdriver.
"OK girls, give me your phones" he said.
"Oh you poor, poor bastard" I thought, "You've just picked on the wrong family."
He started sobbing as we tied him to the tree. "There's no need for this" he blubbed.
I think that's what he said because after Middle Sis had kneed him in the face he wasn't very coherent.
*This is a complete work of fiction but you can imagine eh?
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