Mandatory stay with Bubba in Mt Eden - the type of sex there might be enough of a disincentive.
I caught a little bastard breaking into my ex's car on the front yard, when he regained conciousness he complained to his arresting officer. Had to explain myself to Mr Plod why I shouldn't go to prision for assault. Little bugger had a weapon and a foul mouth - calling the chick cop a "cunt" didn't help his case, but it sure helped me.
Predictably enough, little bastard's daddy was a lawyer, who had the gall to knock on my front door and ask me to consider not pressing charges. Daddy wasn't impressed at my answer. Nor me escorting him off my property by the scruff of his neck... 
In the US, I would have been allowed to shoot at the little bastard. Rewarded for it even.
Rant over. Glad they got the little bastards.
Its diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; its life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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