He found the thug bitch the next day. He located him a few blocks away in a different part of town, picking up some watermelon and grape soda from a convenience store. He knew not to even bother asking questions and waste time listening to the thug's bullshit excuses; he had dealt with these types of thugs before. As the thug was preoccupied trying to get a napkin out of a napkin dispenser to clean ketchup off his hand, he quickly snuck up behind him and not wasting a 10th of a second grabbed a nearby wooden stool, and like a predator coming out of the bushes with the upper hand of total surprise, he proceeded to bash the thug unconscious. Without the slightest hesitation and in the same seamless motion, he reached down and took the thug's wallet, and also discovered a large bag of PhDs which he pocketed. "School's out motha fucka!" he yelled at the thug's unconscious mangled body before running off into a nearby alley.