Oh my jesus. I've had a few Te bitchslap moments. Outbursts from me are usually very rare. I keep nearly all my emotions to myself... Until some really, really crosses the line. Then? Bam. I will whoop you, or just call you a whole nice bunch of nasty names.
Example: In the library, I set my stuff on a table, where I was planning to sit. I went off to look at books, and while I was doing so, someone else decided they wanted to sit there.. And threw all my stuff on another table.
OH NO YOU DI'N'T.
Angry, I went right up to the guy, and pretty much said: "You couldn't have sat anywhere else? You DON'T just touch other people's shit. That's rude. How would you like if I threw your shit around? Asshole."
And that was pretty much it. He tried to be witty and talk back, but it really didn't work.