‘You chose poorly, Grasshopper!’
What a dumb@ss.
When I was in Army Basic Training (1979) there was this black chick who kept riding me. For weeks. She was HUGE and I was a 99-pound weakling at the time. ;) Also, being small, I had been picked on all of my life. I knew the drill.
I finally told her, ‘Fine. You want to fight me? I’ll fight you. But I. Fight. Dirty. So, prepare to lose a few handfuls of hair, maybe lose an eye that I gouge out with my thumbs, enjoy your disfigured FACE once I grab a rock or break off a pop bottle. Oh, and you’ll probably come away with one less ear.’
She backed off, LOL! And funny, I don’t remember her graduating with our class, either.
*SMIRK* Dumb@ss.
Most times, going “ape” on a bully works since they’re not used to it.
I had a similar thing on Parris Island in 1989. A "Dark Green" whose name happened to be Black decided I was going to be his bully target. Biggest guy in the platoon.
He didn't graduate with us because he couldn't pass Swim Qual.
Most likely she wasn’t there to graduate. She was only there for the government paycheck. Probably one of those “da judge gave me a choice. Join the Army or go to prison for life” creeps.