Boyz n the hood

I was heading to the dump when they approached me on the street: the little dudes on their rides.

They looked menacing but the candy bars gave them away. They wanted my name. I gave it to them. The leader in the red touque still looked unsatisfied. I complimented him on his bike, which turned out to be the right move: I was saved from their treatment, whatever it was (probably they would have made me taste their candy).