What do you say to men who invade your personal space?

At the firing range I met a woman who, rumor has it, gives the best blue jobs in town. She also has a way with words. In front of a World War II-era firearm, she placed this sign.

I'm thinking about making this my own personal slogan, replacing other lines I've used to ward off touchy-feely bar patrons while slamming tequila shots:

"Hands where I can see 'em."

"Don't touch what you can't afford."

"Look, I require more time and tenacity than mortal men are inclined to give. So save everyone some trouble and simply move along. Thanks though."

"You break, you buy."

Husband didn't heed that last bit of advice and is now stuck with me for life. The rest of you have been warned.