About 1980 there was a labor dispute at an aggagate quarry near where I worked as a deputy sheriff. The manager was sleeping in his office when he heard noises near his dump trucks.
He went out, and confronted 3 guys cutting the air hoses on his trucks. Well, the fight began and during the scuffle, they all ended up on the ground, with one guy tugging on the manager’s leg.
The manager’s prosthesis came off, and the guy tugging on it fainted dead away. The second guy figured they’d killed the manager and fled a couple miles on foot to a gas station where he called the sheriff and said he thought they’d killed the manager by ripping his leg off.
When we got there, the manager was beating the crap out of the third guy, you guessed it, using his prosthesis as a club. We hooked up the two there, and went back to the gas station and picked up the third. After quitting the cops, I worked as a trucker out of that quarry with that manager. Semper Fi.
With a name like that it's even funnier coming from you...
Your story is even better!