He's Fire And Ice And Rage

Oh my gosh. My uncle actually did that to my cousin. Her room was in the basement next to her dad's workroom, so every ten minutes he'd go down there to "get something", and that something was always, mysteriously, a very large woodcarving tool or a baseball bat or a hunting knife or something like that.

She was like fourteen and didn't understand why I was cracking up when she was telling me all this, naturally. XD