[Wow, shit, that is some honest-to-god actual useful advice that is undeniably very, very horrible and also exactly what Accelerator is looking for. Especially the dental bills thing, now that's thinking creatively.

He hums thoughtfully, considering all of this.]

Right, Americans have to pay for that on their own.

[He pulls his foot back and leans down over the thug, addressing him.] What do you think? Tooth or fingernail? [Look at him, giving this guy a choice in the matter! The question is accompanied by a grin that looks more like a slash across his face than anything pleasant, and the guy whimpers and recoils back, babbling that this new guy is right, he doesn't know anyone.

Accelerator doesn't have any kind of preference, nor has he fully committed to actually doing either of those things. He's just doing this for the intimidation factor, as indicated by the fact that he's dropping the smile pretty quick as he straightens up and glances over again to answer that question.]

I'm looking for a piece of shit that'll sell a handgun to a kid. I had to start somewhere.