You are my body

YOU?RE IN MY BODY! So I was sitting at this sidewalk cafe when this bald guy, quite big, sits down across from me, unscrews the top of the salt shaker and delicately dumps a third of the salt in my coffee. Delicately? Oh, I mean it was a controlled gesture. He was really controlled, that was one of my first impressions, but a bit too controlled, if you know what I mean. Like he …

…for? A spare? A kind of weekend car, something like that? Or is there something wrong with the one he's got? Anyway, I want you to stop him. I can pay, you know. What's that? Priority of the First? You mean, he gets an unbroken deal just because he was here first? Yeah, I was told it might be something like that. That's why I came prepared. Any last words before I pull the trigger?