My neighbour's daughter was standing there smirking at the possibility of me hassling her brother and taking away his drugs. Then her mother said, "And if you hear this one grunting like a porno queen again, feel free to walk into her room and break things up." That made her daughter turn about fifteen shades of red.
I'm not really going to do any of that, of course. I might pay a friendly visit if it seems like some other neighbour might call the cops, but these are actually pretty good kids and I'm not exactly a paragon of responsible behaviour. Once the daughter ran away in embarrassment, I pointed that out to the mother.
"Yeah," she said, "but they're scared of you."
So we yakked for a bit longer. My job is to be the bogey-man. Oh, and I can make her boy mow my lawn if I want. Especially if he looks really hung over.