Smug as ever, James was pleased with himself when the other man stood up, wiped himself off, and then started to step away. That was how these things went. This place was almost like prison. You had to show your authority, assert yourself, establish dominance, otherwise you would end up someone's bitch and that was not going to happen to James. But he'd let his guard down. He was so sure that the other man was backing down, like they all did, that he didn't even see it coming.
The punch to the gut was met with a groan as he doubled-over. Anger flashed behind his eyes. He was far from finished. And the phrase, "boy", just pissed him off even more. Deciding to act first and think about it later, James launched himself over the table toward the other man, toppling over the table and chairs in the process which only served to piss the other patients whose dinner hit the floor alongside of James and the other man.