A peculiar old man slowly ambles his way along the sidewalks, pushing a beaten up shopping cart.  His clothes are ragged and faded, and his shoes are held together with twine and duct tape.  His cart is stuffed with what looks to be garbage bags full of junk.  

Nearing a pair of businessmen standing near a bus stop, the old man studies them for a moment.  He approaches them and stops.  The suited gentlemen don't even bother to look up- until the old man speaks.

"Hey there, fellers, I don't suppose you'd be interested in making a few bucks, would you?"

One of the well-dressed men scoffs and waves him off.

"Beat it, old timer.  I don't give to beggers."

The old man shakes his head.

"No no, you didn't listen to me, boy.  I've got money- for you."

The second man squints his eyes curiously.

"Ok, what's the catch?"

The old man reaches into the inner pocket of his tattered coat and pulls out  a crisp, $100 bill.

"All you have to do is punch me, and the money is yours."

Both men let out a laugh.  The first gentleman shook his head. 

"You're crazy as shit, old man.  Keep your cash, you must be out of liquor."

The two men turned away again.  The old man simply shrugged and put the cash back into his pocket, grasped the handles of his cart and continued up the sidewalk.  Not long after, he saw another gentleman standing on the corner.

"Excuse me, sonny, care to make some cash?"

"I sure do!" Madara exclaims.

"Ok. All you have to do to earn this $100 I have in my hand is punch me"

Madara shrugs and cocks back his fist. Just as he was about to launch it, the old guy puts his hands out and says "woah! ?.. dont you want to know why I'm doing this? "

Madara shakes his head and says "nope". He then continues to punch the guy in his gut. "No backsies!"

As the man lets out an OOoF Madara takes the $100 bill and casually strolls off chirpily whistling to himself. "Thaaaanks"

Sure enough, it takes the old man a second to straighten up from the gut hit, but he does nontheless and chuckles as the eager young'un walks away $100 richer.

"Have a nice day."

Straightening his coat a bit, he shuffles through his cart of trash as if he's looking for something.