I remember there was this one time, in my flyposting youth. We were postering left right and centre as usual when suddenly a blacked out 4x4 slowly creeps up beside us. The window rolls down and he says that we were on his patch and that we were going over his posters and that if we done it again that we would get fucked up. As quickly and discreetly as he had arrived he dissapeared again. We later found out his name and after we had heard that he had punched some girl in the street for going over his posters we started hitting his posters even harder. His were A0 while we were rocking the A2's and 3's, it felt like David versus Goliath. We had a couple more similar exchanges and then he just seemed to dissapear and diddn't come back.