"Yeah well..." He suddenly launched forward to punch the man, although it wasn't aimed well.

Anthony had kind of overestimated himself. He realized that just as the punch hit him straight in the jaw, and he staggered back a bit. Well, that absolutely fucking sucked. Anthony didn't even make an effort to recover or get back at the guy, he just stood there nursing his poor, poor jaw. "Man, what the fuck?"

Harry was surprised at his own success, even though he stumbled to maintain his balance. "I told ye not to mess with me!"

Anthony was now less surprised and more pissed off. "Go fuck yourself, asshole," he shouted in what was essentially pure exasperation, and flipped the guy off. "only thing you can even do since no woman wants you."

Harry stumbled back a little to keep his balance. "Ha! Well... I fucked your girlfriend!"

"She has actual standards," Anthony laughed.

"Yeah well.... clearly not if she's with you!" he shouted. Such a clever insult...

Well, at least Anthony can find comfort in the fact that he's leagues better at insults than this guy. "Oh no. Take that back," he deadpanned.

"Just fuck off! You're shite!" Harry shouted and he began to walk, no, stumble away.

Anthony was planning on doing that anyways. "Yeah, okay. Have fun dying alone," he said and waved him off. Bit too extreme? Nahhh.