Dodging the beer mugs flying in his direction and shattering around him, Crank exclaimed, "Well, it's about frakken time!", as he cracked his knuckles and took a defensive stance. As the first one jumped on him, Crank answered with a well-place punch in the face, which bought him enough time to notice the second. Jumping back to give himself some space, Crank met the second assailant with a powerful Krav Maga-style kick in the balls. The man fell to his knees on the brink of tears, but the first and third attackers gave Crank no time to celebrate.
When the first one returned, he had a dynamite punch in the gut waiting for him, and Crank grasped the attackers head, and slammed it several times into the hard side of the bar. The third entered with a broken cue stick and attempted to jab it into Crank's throat, but Crank parried him with a barstool, and dueled him while delivering a few more low kicks. Once he found time to disengage, he thought Sid might need some help, and he broke the stool over one of Sid's attacker's heads. Turning around, he noticed his third attacker charging at him again, and he grabbed a cue stick of his own. Both men cut each other on the broken tips of their cue sticks in what became a one-on-one duel. Indeed, the Pythons had no idea what they were dealing with, and were paying a hefty price.