in my time at Kettering university, I had to chase off several of these "scrappers". one was trying to take our event grille for scrap.

on the flip side I always gave the guy down the street scrap when I was there, because he mowed our lawn for us, helped me fix vehicles, walked his poodle on a route he tied around his waist through his belt loops, and drank steel reserve like it was the most delicious beverage ever invented.

he loved me when I showed up with a case of it for him.

now, if I would have done what I should have done to the guy that broke into several cars over the years in the parking lot... I did catch him twice, and twice I showed physical mercy. not verbal mercy.