" For a switchblade?" Wilson asks, narrowing his eyes, giving the street punk a clearly unimpressed look. " If you had a gun around, maybe I'd take you seriously, but a switchblade? Give me that!" He takes it out of the punk's hand with a snake-like movement. " You don't watch Street Fighting?" He tosses the switchblade to the side and whips his foot out like the fist of god, slamming between the thug's legs. Wilson gives him a weird look, and then says " And lay off the steroids, too." He rifles through the young man's pockets, seeing if he has any cash on him, and then starts off to the restaurant again.