Not my proudest moment, but alright. I spend some of my time on an early-twenty-first century Earth, with a girl scout troop, and one time we took a trip to a horse ranch so the girls could get some riding experience.

*She sighs.*

Someone at the ranch decided to give me a difficult horse--maybe he was itchy, because he kept rubbing up against trees as we passed, trying to scrape me off. By the end of the trip, I was fairly annoyed, and after I got down, I swear he laughed and then took a bite of my hair while my back was turned--so I turned around and laid him out. One punch.