No, Pat is not going to get me.
The last guy to physically assult me woke up on the floor of the Chattanooga city jail with a very bad lump on his head. I was packing a concealed weapon at the time and would have been totally justified in blowing him away, but I opted for fighting it out with him. The police reporting on the incident and were on my side. No, the guy wasn't listening to degenerated music.
"CW" in the screen name stands for Concealed Weapon.
Uh oh! Now you've gone and done it I'm afraid. Pat lets alot of things slide because he's a nice guy, but now you've insulted him deeply by comparing him to Elvis. The jerk comment meant nothing to him, in fact he chuckled and wondered if you had looked in the mirror lately.
But to be compared to Elvis, that's the last straw he said. Watch your back, you never know when Pat will leap out of the shadows and open up a king size can of whoop-ass on your poor self.
Hoo boy, I wouldn't want to be you my friend. Be afraid, be very afraid.