this also reminds me of my dad. When i was a teenager i was pretty buff, and one day he was wailing on me for something i did. I was just grinning, because by then i was big enough and he was old enough it wasn't possible for him to do much.
He stopped and said to me, "you think this is pretty funny, don't you." Yep, i replied.
He said you have to think of the consequences, I could just shoot your azz and you would be dead missing all the life coming your way. They would just put me in a room, feed me, i probably could get a t.v. and free medical care. It would take them years to do anything about it, but you would still be dead. I don't think he was really bluffing.
