Anthony nodded with a small smile on his face, though it was unclear as to why he was smiling. "There's so many ways to help the poor and oppressed, aren't there?" He laughed for a brief moment, running the fingers of his free hand through his hair. At least he didn't completely blow his chance at this.

"Such as....." he started again, the end of his sentence trailing off, and here came his favourite part! "giving me all your money." He whipped out the knife, his unsteady grip causing it to almost fall, but he steadied his hands quickly enough for that not to happen and raised the blade threateningly.

Jacob jumped and let out a shriek. He took some coins out of his pocket, dropped them and ran, like the brave revolutionary he was.

Anthony blinked.

That was.......certainly much easier than he thought it would be. So he just stood there for a moment, watching as the guy ran away. What the fuck. "Okay, bye," he shouted to the man, before crouching down and quickly gathering up all the coins and putting them into his pocket. Flowergate, was it? He'll be there.