Well... I got angry at a certain yak for constantly bumping me, usually the drunk response that I never knew was...
The drunk yak took it too far so I punched him... He got back up and attacked me, so I simply broke grip, found the quickest weapon, and continued pummeling him with it. Unfortunately for him, it was a knife. The adrenaline in those situations is intoxicating. I love that rush, it feels as if I'm flying again. Except of air under my wings, it's blood. :grin2:
That's why I never travel to Yakyakistan. -_-