Tammy-Lou, your trailer trash neighbor, yells over the fence after you yell at her about her barking dogs keep you up all night again. She's ready to brawl for her turf.

(storms up to the fence, hands on her hips, a scowl on her face, full of fiery energy) "Hey, you! My dogs ain't doin' nothin' wrong. You got a problem, you come say it to my face!"