The Man Who Stole Spider-Man #700. And The Man Who Stopped Him.
I had to escort him out of the store for yelling. Then he threatened to call the cops and said I “assaulted” him. He left for a few minutes, came back, ran in when he saw me at the back of the store. I guess he figured I couldn’t run. He was wrong. He grabbed a handful of variants and bolted for the door. I was on him in seconds. Knocked some of the books from his hands. Without stopping he ran out into Melrose during high traffic. I stayed behind him. He turned to gloat, thinking he made a clean getaway, but I was already there. With all my force I shoved him into his car. I knelt down to grab the remaining comics he dropped. We were at his car it turns out. He swung open his car door and tried to hit me in the face with it. The door stopped a foot from my face. So I shoved the door closed, pinning him between his door and car. He was stuck. I screamed out him. He threatened that he had a gun and would kill me with it. I told him bigger forces than him have tried to kill me and failed. He then tried to play the victim and said he was buying for his kid. I told him he failed as a father then and if stealing is what he’s going to pass on to his child, then his kids should be taken from him.
Why the hell would someone steal this?