This reminds me of a story.
So there's this guy in a bar right? He's an American, sitting there drinking a mug of Guinness, minding his own business, when all the sudden a foppish little British dandy walks in, grabs a cup of mineral water (with a twist of lime!) and throws it on the guy at the bar, before launching into a meaningless tirade over something not really important in the least.
The guy at the bar, being somewhat annoyed by this turn of events grabs a nearby barstool, and knocks the little blighter to the ground.
About 20 minutes pass, and the twerp regains consciousness and starts in again on his little rant. Seeing that no one is paying any attention, he grabs for the mug of Guinness and defiantly pours it on the floor.
The American walks over to the bar, and picks up a dried pretzel stick, and proceeds to use it to beat the foppish twit within an inch of his life, tossing the bruised and battered form into the corner when finished. Several of the more inebriated bar patrons take the opportunity to use the corner as a urinal...
Eventually he wakes up and then the little scrawny British guy is all like "I say! Now you've gone and made me irritable! I challenge you to a game of tiddlywinks to the death!" And everyone laughs at him. Then the barkeep asks how he's going to pay for the Guinness and the mineral water, but the little British guy doesn't have any money on him, because he blew it all on his wonderhovel. So they chain him up out back near a sheep pen, and tell him he can work off his debt by servicing amorous sheep. He's been there ever since. Apperently he enjoys his work.