It's the fifth of July. You hear the sound of fire crackers and some sort of loud ones. You feel especially sensitive of animals who get spooked. You also don't like the way it does give you a little start when they explode. Because its your neighborhood you don't want to go and see who is being so disrespectful.
You finally snap.
You go out with a baseball bat. You think to your self that they probably not have a weapon when they are shooting off fireworks.
You scream and beat them with the bat until they are slumped on the ground. As you try to run someone is shooting at you. You turn around to see a woman coming out the the house with an automatic rifle. She opens up and you take several rounds.