I used to have a firend who was sergeant at arms of one of the motor bike gangs.
This guy who was also well trained in martial arts and boxing, stood 6'6" tall and was all muscle.
I used to call him Mr 10%
I would tell him who owed me money and how much.
He would go to their place at 9:00pm and tap on their front door with a baseball bat.
When they answered the door, he would look down at them and say, "You owe Shorty $XXXXX, I will be back tomorrow to collect it".
I never lost a cent.
Well, maybe 10c in the $
Shame he's now retired from the "debt collection business".
Ooroo,
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