That young fella came in thinking he was in for a payday...
...before he knew what hit him he was relieved of his gun, his hat, his backpack, his shirt, his hoodie, and his dignity
Not that dignity is something he had much of when he rolled out of bed that morning, but when an old guy armed with nothing more than a cowboy hat and set of huge balls up and beats half of your clothes off of you AFTER you have pointed a gun in his face...
...well, whatever dignity that punk had ended up on the floor in the potato chip aisle