Being in debt can have some pretty bad consequences, be it an empty fridge, a visit from the bailiffs, or a failed degree in Events Management.

But being £30k in debt after spunking away your study time in snooker halls and self-inflicted K holes is nothing in comparison to being in debt with a dealer.

Everybody knows a story about a guy who knew a guy who got roughed up for not paying his tick on time. Its the type of story that keeps the underworld in check – so that dealers don’t have to do it.

But if you ever find yourself indebted by a self-employed narcotics trader, you might prey he opts for the physical tactic over this.

So far so…. wait… did he just say titties?

Understandably by this point, our penniless bro is getting a bit weirded out.

You can sense that this guy knows something’s up. He regrettably admits to his heterosexual desires.

Damn. Shit just went from Walt Disney to Park Chan-Wook real quick.

And that silent treatment is just painful to see.

It doesn’t matter how much money this guy owes, nobody deserves those mental scars. I know I’d rather take broken bones any day. Let’s hope the dealer gets what’s coming to him.

To lighten your spirits, here’s a scumbag meth dealer getting delivered some sweet justice.