You laugh heartily at the predictability of these fools. "Fleecable, all of you!" This angers the thugs very much. "Hey!" they say almost as one, rushing towards you. "None may mock Edwin VanCleef's dialogue and live!" It looks like that plan didn't work out very well. And the Moonbrook Brigade seems not to be interested in bailing you out. You race across the countryside until the thugs give up and go home.
That was exhausting. What else could you have done here?