This perfectly describes my weekend. I went around on my normal midget beating rounds, and I could find any. Finally, I found someone who was a bit taller than a normal dwarf, and might have just been a short normal person. I debated for a while, but the fact he was carrying a purse settled matters for me. So, I'm standing there, beating the crap out of this guy, and the cops come up. I start to freak out, but keep my cool. I back up from the guy, and the police pick him up and handcuff him. A woman comes over and hugs me, saying, "You caught the guy who stole my purse". Needless to say, this was a prime example of the malicious afterthought with which I lead my life. The hug was the sum total of my reward. I can't help but thinking if the man had been 6 inches taller, she might have rewarded me, but then again, I wouldn't have stopped to beat him.