You know who you are.
I saw you at prom this weekend.
Actually, what's more important is that I saw what you did at prom this weekend.
I swear on my trombone that if you try to pull that crap again, or if you try to do anything more, I will come for you. I will come for you and destroy you. I will tear you apart with the razor-sharp blade of my tongue. I will make you weep like a little girl. Then I'll kick you. Hard. Where it hurts.
Don't think I'm kidding, because I'm not.
Seriously, if you try to pull that s*** again, I will end you.
Just keep that in mind the next time you think about trying something.
Dearest Regards and Blatant Threats,
P.S.-I'm watching you, boy.