"A fat pirate once sat on Spanked till his chest popped like cannonfire. It kills you or you sleep it off when they hit you in the chest. I'm not dead yet," Rufio shrugged. Life or death wasn't a concern to him, just keeping invaders out of his home.
He grabbed one of the thug's arms determindly and started to pull him along with the Bat, refusing to let his share of the cleanup be dropped for something as trivial as an injury that wasn't even bleeding.
"The police barge in everywhere. I've seen 'em. And they're useless, they just make a mess out of things," he grunted, pulling along with the bat and then looking at him. "You look too cool to be one of them. Who are you?"