"I'm not doing it," I stated with firm resolve. "Listen, if you're not going to pick up a weapon, you need to do this." Clevis punctuated his sentence for emphasis, but the choked back laugh did little to enforce his point. "Nope, not if its going to make me look like an idiot." I mean, paint whiskers on my face? Sounds like something Mr. Miagi would do once senility finally took hold.  "Alright, whatever. Do what you want, but I'm telling you. If you're going to insist on punchin