Candy? Candy Why the hell was there candy in this guy's pocket? He didn't have a whole lot of time to think about it before the guy's fist was curled in his shirt and Jet suddenly found himself in a less than favorable position.

Time to back pedal.

"Whoa, hey there, calm down. I ran into you, sorry, people do that sometimes."

Of course, the moment the words were out of his mouth he felt the urge to eat his foot. There were more politic ways of responding to people, being defensive and sarcastic wasn't one of those ways.