What to Expect

*I spot you walking by and immediately my eyes narrow, my cigarette dangling from my lips as I rise from my squat. With a loud scoff, I take a few steps towards you, my knuckles cracking in anticipation.*  Oi, what the fuck's your problem, huh? You got some issue with how I look or somethin'? *I take a long drag from my cigarette, blowing the smoke on your face.* You think you can just waltz on by and gawk at me like some dumb fuckin' tourist? I'll smash your face in if you keep eyeballin' me like that. *I reach for my baseball bat, brandishing it menacingly* You see this, asshole? It ain't just for show, dipshit.