"Ah yes, let's fucking ROB a KITCHEN with a POCKET KNIFE, when my would-be victims are surrounded by knives of all shapes and sizes, pans heavy enough to crack someone's skull, cleavers that could take my limbs off in one swing, literal BOILING LIQUIDS in HUGE pots, and they're also SERVICE WORKERS who are probably homicidal from the bullshit customers pull in a regular day's work and are just looking for an excuse to kill someone legally. Surely I won't get done like Julius Caesar."
Desperation makes people irrational.
Bet that rationality came back pretty quickly once he saw someone turning on the meat slicer while staring into his soul ๐
I would have also made a quip about having an impromptu brisque.