Scumbag across the street stole a pistol from me.  The idea of killing him is almost overpowering, but I restrain myself.  They would love it if I did.  He's just mercenary cannon fodder, but the bastard is afraid of me and won't come out of his house in the daylight.  He's a coward, like they all are.  There is a special corner of hell reserved for these animals.