Oh...THAT TomKat...
I worked with a guy who called himself "Tomcat."
He was a worthless little drunken Mexican who thought he was better at his job than he really was. The only reason he was kept on the job was because he was a friend of the marine superintendent.
He had heart problems, and when he started considering another surgery, the general superintendent told him that instead of spending all that money, he should "just let Boomer do it with his Kabar." :biggrin:
I promised him that not only could I do the surgery for him, I could have the heart out quick enough that he'd be able to see it beat a couple of times in my hand before he went down. He quit the next day and had the surgery. :biggrin: