Clastor B. walks around town with a frown on his face.  He also gets more girls than human being that I have ever known.

When Clay was eight years old, we were all having lunch at a local sushi place and meeting our half-sister's boyfriend for the first time.  The guy was a total douchebag, but me and my mom were being civil to him nonetheless.  Clay was not.  He told the guy pretty much exactly what he thought about him.  Finally, this twenty-six year old guy angrily pointed out the window of the restaurant to the mall across the street and said, "How would you like it if we just dropped you off at that mall and left you there forever?"

Despite the fact that this guy was visibly upset and twenty years older than him, Clay didn't even flinch.  He leaned forward, calmly looked the guy dead in the eye and said, "How would YOU like it if I blew your head off with a rocket launcher?"