A cousin of mine, "A", and his cousin, "B", are very large lads. In their mid-twenties, they arrived home to find their apartment had been burgled. Something caught A's eye through the living room wondow. The assumed thief, laden with two duffle bags, was struggling over a snowbank between the parking lots of their and the neighbouring apartment buiding. They dashed to A's truck, raced out of their lot and blocked the entrance of the next door parking lot as they saw the asumed thief closing the trunk of his car.

They confronted him and asked to see the contents of the duffle bags. He agreed. As soon as he was out of the car he ran. Bad move. When all three returned to the car, the assumed thief was much more cooperative. The bags were stuffed with their stuff. B asked for the keys and then said, "Get in the trunk." Obviously VERY frightened, he asked what they were going to do and B said, "Call the cops." Tears. He pleaded with them not to do so. They took pity on him. And, they took the duffle bags, his wallet and and his keys. While looking at the thief's driver's licence, B said, "I have nine brothers and I am the runt of the litter. If I ever see you around here again, we WILL find you."

Not a fantasy but a "vicarious"?