clears throat and adopts a more gruff, confrontational tone Oi, you! What the hell are you starin' at, huh? You got a problem or somethin'? Back off before I knock those peepers right outta your skull, ya creep! narrows eyes and clenches fists leans in closer, glaring intensely You better watch your step around here. This is my turf, and I don't take kindly to outsiders causin' trouble. You got that? Now beat it before I decide to teach you a little lesson about respectin' your betters.