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Plus a simp-chimp at the end. No idea why the video decided to nerf its aspect ratio. For those of you that enjoy stories: There once was a neighbor named Dave who liked to think he could force others to “behave.” He was as old as the street, so he entitled himself to owning it, while others rolled their eyes, discrete. He told me one day Kane he likes - because Dave was Cherokee Indian, and I thought, "Racism? Yikes." The neighbor to my left, however, he said her dogs he hated, because they barked, and so asked me if I could talk to her - basically telling me to get baited. Why did he care so much, one might wonder? Well, his wife got cancer - and living with Dave? Why, yes, that blunder. I would not be brought into his bullshit, however, so I did not talk to my neighbor, because dogs bark - it's their behavior, whatever. So, while the dogs barked and his wife dealt with their noise, I donated to them Frankincense, asparagus, and other things that fought cancer. What did Dave do, you might poise? Well, he shot his gun five times in the air one night, like a stupid chancer. Unharmed, the dogs stopped their barking, and things went on. I thought it was minorly funny, and then one day Dave's wife was gone. People die, it's what's true, and Dave's wife had a life - far more than most do. It wasn't enough though, because she was the key, giving these children always what they wanted - Dave obviously - for free. Through all that commotion I went to the store - and with some friends too, for ammo and more. Most people don't think - because of my frame - that I don't do such things. Quite stupid thoughts to tame. When I got back, I found something to abhor. A dumbass note right on my door. It was a threat from Dave, saying to "keep my dogs down," or else "I won't get another note" - a summed, "you better behave". Kane was barking, you see, like he never does, because of all the commotion and emotional buzz. He let himself out like he often might do, because he heard those gits crying, "ME BOOHOO!" You don't tell me what to do, however, unless you like a game of tethers. I left a note on his door with a reminder or two, and after that? Well, he forgot just who helped him with his wife - which I never had to. After, he became worse than a dick and a coward, trying to get his Umbridge daughter to show up and glower. I sent her waddling off too, and if they piss me off any more, there'll be THAT video due. I talked to my neighbor after these messes, and what did she say? That Dave talked to her of other's dogs in the same way, and asked HER to deal with these stresses. So after the givens - the help, the charity, and all that, what does Dave do with all his head-fat? The ingrate dumps snow on what isn't his, whines, threatens, and complains, because his brain's frizzed. He's mad at the world with only himself to own blames, manipulating others to fight his migraines. Or he tries to, I should say, because manipulation requires a bigger brain than those you betray. Putting shit on my fence? A pathetic get-back, because he knows if he tries for my dogs, there's always lead-flak. I hate small minds - egocentric, narcissist. Dealing with as many as I have, anyone'd be pissed.