Malcolm hears the gang member with his heavy accent, threaten the drunk. "Not good," He says to himself.
Looking up from his search, he notices the security camera over the drivers seat blinking, noting that it should be recording.
Malcolm stands up, grabbing a hold of the bar over head, as he does, he spots a discarded shirt wedged in between two seats. He bends over and grabs the shirt. His luck holds, not only is the shirt a Triple X but it hasn't even been worn, tags and all are still on it.
As he goes to re grab the rail, Malcolm realizes that the shirt is for a rival sports team and is quite thrilled to have the chance to use it.
Shirt in hand, Malcolm calmly walks his way back to the mess and the Hispanic gang member.
"Oh my go.... Look at that one!" She points to the guy who was originally sitting to the front and now moving up to the gang member. "What is he going to do? This is getting crazier by the second - is this the end of the world as we know it?" Krusten rolls her eyes thinking that it must be the blackest day she has ever experienced.
Malcolm stops a seat away from where the drunk and the gang member are. To himself, Malcolm is glad that he has kept up on his Spanish all these years after college and the training academy.
In Spanish [Brother it looks like your friend here didn't do well with dinner.] Looking closely, Malcolm looks at both men, specifically at the gang member for tats and signs to confirm which of the local gangs he is affiliated with.
Getting the attention of the drunk, "I think the next stop you should get off. Wouldn't want you sharing dinner and drinks with anyone else in this condition."
Krusten whispers to Candy,
"Wow, so manly and handsome too. Must be a reason he is taking charge of the situation, what do you think is the reason?"
"Who knows, he could be pissed about the drunk man and a Nazi racist out to show what he can do."
Knowing what she said sounds ridiculous makes Candy laugh at herself.
"Well, you know what I mean, some testosterone is bound to be flowing so they have to beat their chest and all..."
The gang member looks at Malcom with contempt but quickly changes his 'tune' using a sing-song Hispanic accent and hand guestures,
"Ok man, peace out. I just don't want his stuff on my new threads, you know what I'm saying?"
Just as he finishes his sentence he looks out the bus window, presses the bell and gets off. The drunk man starts to stagger off as well but looks like he may need some help to accomplish it.
The lady of the night re-positions herself closer to George during all the commotion. She winks him one and then checks her purse for bubble gum.
GM: This will be my last interruption. When you are close to Page 10 then you will be close to where you get off the bus. When you reach Page 10 I will close it for the vote.