There was a Rough Border Collie Dog Girl being ridiculed across the street from my family home whom I called "wheels" because they were terrible with picking names. I had moved back into the Burg, started that, then fought them. I'm also in the middle of the U.S.A., I don't call it Country though - I'm winning, just like I thought I would, so it's Ranger of the North. Their only survival rate is to desert to the South and brag about it to learn to compell returning to get punched in the face... 

Welcome again, Whee-rdo!