The big lug with the funny scar apparently decides to switch from Rhoda to Lawrence.  It makes sense--what's the bigger threat?  Some little girl who ought to run home to her mommy, or a young punk who looks like he can take care of himself bouncing a cash register off of your noggin?<br/><br/>He turns like a glacier advancing and thrusts a mighty, meaty fist at Larry's face.  Fortunately, he's not nearly as fast as he needs to hit.