Bow wow roar
One time I stood in front of a garage door and I yelled things at people as they walked by. Sometimes people yelled back and other times they just walked away faster. Eventually I was chained to the fence and told to be good but I ended up going on a hunger strike until my neck got skinny enough to slide out of my leash and I was free. Now I'm back to barking and yelling things at passersby. The moral of the story is that spots don't change their lions or something like that.