"The Fists Rule This Prison" Huh?

Seated at a table in front of me was a group of teenagers, adorned with small tattoos, their eyes locking onto mine as I entered. One of them couldn't resist taunting me, "What you looking at pussy? come here, let me eat your little ass bitch boy?"

"Shut your gay ass up bro." My response seemed to stoke his anger even more.

He slammed the metal table, rising from his chair, prepared for a fight.

In a composed manner, I remarked, "You remind me of Muhammed and his dumbass friends," My voice remained steady as I continued,, "And do you know what will happen to you if we fight? The same way Muhammed ended up."

"Who the fuck is Muhammed!" He shouted, his friends standing up and ready to fight as well. One of his friends started screaming, "Do you know who you're messing with, fucker!"

"No, I don't. Please explain. I'm new here," I replied, genuinely curious.

"You're messing with the Cats gang!"