Those craven souls knuckle under because, weak and untenured in their pathetic tweeds, they must capitulate or end up doing yard work at some ethnically cleansed eating club.
They succumb in order to get the better treatment.
There is no need to give in.
A blond woman chats with an older gentleman while they sit together at the patio of a diner.
there is a busy street being controlled by flaggers.
The dog is outside.
'Don't talk to them,' he said.
Cheaper wines should be tasted before purchase.
The boys have their hands together.