It was back to the OK Corral yet again for Bob and Ryuzaki. Leaning over Bob took up a few unmarked cans, cradling them in one arm, while prepping to hurl the other with his dominant hand. Bob was fucking aiming to hit this time, not fucking firing a warning shot across the fucking starboard bow.
Taking a few steps forward he noticed the fuckers plan - a lighter and some fucking cleaning shit? Fuck you, asshole! Bob let the cans fly, flinging them very deliberately at L's midsection.