K, Hood Security, You Better Not Pull Out the Baton, Unless You Are Actually Gonna Beat Me With It, Cause Otherwise, I'll Buy You a Drink. It Rhymes with Putin, and It Has a Little Polonium Thrown in. But it's called Molotov. I Am not to be Fucked With

So I was walkin the dog last night, and got a little turned around.  Ended up at the house of the neighbor that always sics the dogs on me.  I've come very close to fighting those dogs a few times.  Except they won't fight me.  Then the security guy comes over and tells me to go home, and I'm like  "I'm within my rights, this is a public street."  He pulls out his baton.  I wasn't feeling particularly stabby last night, so I let it slide; but now I want to finish my shillelag so I can stick fight the asshole.