You have a get together for members of your neighborhood. Through years of diligence and hard work, this is a safe neighborhood. Occasionally there are problems with a few visitors from outside but you deal with them. It takes time, effort and money to keep everyone together but they have a common goal, so it works.
There’s one homeowner in the group who doesn’t actually live in the neighborhood but he owns the biggest house. As expected, the house gets turned over to a new owner every few years. Each owner understands what’s expected and the transition is fairly seamless. At these gatherings the new owner usually comes with some constructive ideas and everything is fine. A few laughs, good food and much collegial discussion.
But, then the house is accidentally turned over to a bully who is a “my way or the highway” kind of guy. He has virtually no interest in your point of view. None. Right from the start, he’s yelling at everyone and demanding that his needs be met. Members of this group aren’t used to this in-your-face behavior. They expect decorum and good manners but rather what they get is more like an obnoxious rock band, smashing their guitars.
The new owner doesn’t care about the neighborhood, its members or much of anything. The joy for him is in the reactions of others to his bull in the China shop tantrums. And child-like tantrums they are.
But visiting another neighborhood (where he is frequently viewed with disdain and derision), this big baby will be faced with his doppelganger in a diaper. The bully will not be amused, so expect fury and arms crossed.