a burger, a punk, a balls-grabbin'-old-perv, a gun and me

I was coming back to beppu..stopover nagoya...at the eki , a young punk. Walked around all smug but if you looked in his eyes you cud tell he's shitless scard and not too sure about how the next few minutes of his life is gna unfold. I was near a garbage can, eating a burger..not OUT of the garbage !eww...I was just hanging ard it for easy access to disposal of burger wrap!!So i'm eating..just doing my thing when this punk comes and sticks a gun on me and says he wants my bag. You'd think these things almost never happen in a country like Japan. I have a mouthful of burger. I paused my chewing.I was obviously dumbstruck but not scard. I wud've given the fellow my bag. He looked like this was his first time mugging someone. What followed was something rather peculiar..funny. A salary man walks past us and grabs the punk kid's balls and walks past as if he did this every day, normally. He doesn't even look back. Meanwhile, the kid has a look of death on his face...embarrassed to death! Eyes wide, jaw hanging ...
I knew there was my guardian angel in that salarayman, I took my chance. I took the gun from the kid's hand and told him, " kakoii na, kore wa..honto ni anata no?". And, he ran. He ran as if the devil was out to get him..out to grab his balls again perhaps?! I looked around,I could've dumped the thing into the garbage but instead, for a reason I cannot fathom even as i write this, I discreetly put the gun in my bag and walked on. I reached beppu, saw there were three bullets in that gorgeous thing. I smashed a few bottles in the park with it..missing one ..hitting two!!! Damn ! I was good at it. But then we all tend me make heroes of ourselves in dreams. In real life, I wonder how I wouldve handled the situation. But one things for sure, I would've sure loved to have that gun to myself anyways. y'know..just incase...bwahahaha.