Sounds like the steroids were messing him up......I'm nice to the ones that are nice to me.
I had a muscle bunny, go crazy because I asked him to return to the path. He said I was picking on him because he was gay, that I was messing with the wrong man, that he was capable of anything, then picked up a big walling topper & threatened to put it through the tractor wind screen, I got out (holding a new sharp turnip knife) and told him to get on with it. He left holding his head screaming stop picking on me.
I get swore at most days. But every walker who is on the path (the dog on a lead) I smile at them & say Hello.