I had a box barely the size of a pint, you asked me to leave, I politely said I would, then you kept screaming and screaming at me how I was "stealing" as I walked away.
you didn't plant this, it's at least 250 feet long, there's hundreds of pounds of berries here, and you're not gonna pick them you desiccated rich-ass piece of shit, fuck you. your sToLeN blackberries are going taste great on my vanilla ice cream.
they never identified themselves as such, used passive instead of possessive language and were driving a car slightly too cheap for the fancy houses. if I had to guess they were "the help" and also a bootlicker