This one time, I was in a [music instrument retail chain store location], jamming out on a Martin S-O Ukulele, when these two [jerks] walked by, regarding me with mocking derision. One of them said to me "rock out, son," and his friend laughed. For the moment, anyway, for I responded to his jibe by commencing the sweetest two-handed tapping flourish either of the man-children had seen e'en in their dreams. They were speechless, and I simply threw the Uke to the nearest [music instrument retail chain store location] sales rep and walked out the door, feeling triumphant.

Just kidding; I smashed the S-O over the first dude's head, knocking him unconscious, and then I stabbed the other dude in the eye with the remaining instrument, mostly just jagged, solid-mahogany neck and dovetail joint. ROCK!

Just kidding; I pretended not to notice / hear them. EMO!