Word. I don't care how old, or what gender, if someone shot a pellet gun at me, I pound the f*ck out of them. In gradeshool a bunch of us were messing around with pellet guns down by the pond. One little turd shot me in the arm with his, like DUH, I wasn't going to shoot him back? When I turned the rifle on him he turned to run away and I got him right in the spine, he squirmed on the ground like a fish out of water. Ahhhhh, the satisfaction.