Hey. Hey. HEY. HEY YOU. Yeah, you. What the hell do you think you're doing? Get away from my Highland Fishing Pool. You heard me, buddy, this is my fishing spot. I'm going to find Mr. Pinchy if it's the last thing that I do.
Oh ho ho, Mr. Tough Guy wants to fish in the same pools as me, huh? Interesting. You got moxie, kid, but I am a grand master fisherman. You can't beat my amazing bobber skills. That's right, you like that? One cast. One cast and it's in the pool. What are you on, cast number three? Pshaw, I'm cracking up over here. Yeah, that's right, fly away. You fish with the best, you die like the rest.
I am stupidly competitive at all the wrong things. Do I care that we haven't downed the Lich King on heroic yet? I do, but not as much as I care about absolutely driving off this little turd from my fishing spots while finishing up my Accomplished Angler achievement. It boils my blood and roils my stomach when I imagine this troglodyte casting into my precious pool and stealing another minuscule chance to find the elusive magical lobster.
I know you all have gone to great lengths to ruin someone's day over something so stupid and so insignificant that you look back and wonder, how could I be so mean? So vindictive ... so much passion! Sound off in the comments about your most vindictive streak.
Update, 11:52 p.m.: I found Mr. Pinchy.