Crazy Like a Fox: ?

He inhaled, drawing his hands to his chest, and then exhaled as he extended out. "What the hell's he doin'?" asked one of the guys watching to his crony. "Dunno. Maybe he's loco, you think?" "Bad luck to steal from somebody loco." "Naw, he ain't loco." He knelt in the center of the street, his eyes closed, resting his hands palms-down on his thighs. "You sure he ain't loco?" "Maybe he just acting loco so he think we won't rob him." "That make him might high-step canny. Not loco." "You saying we know he ain't loco because he acting loco?" "Why you always ask so many questions? You don't want the bad luck, you stay out of it."

Inspiration: Thinking about the things other than writing that I know.
Story Potential: Medium.
Finished Length: Er. Novel.
Notes: So obviously the one guy stays out of the fight and gets taken on as a disciple. I'm not sure what the setting is: likely sci-fi.