Last night, some dude at a bar kept calling me Jonathan Davis and singing Korn songs whenever he was near me (which was way too often). After about the 20th time, I very politely told him that I would have no trouble knocking his teeth down his throat and pulling them out his ass. He went over to his friends and I thought **** was going to pop off but he ended up coming back over, apologizing and buying me, Angie and our two friends each a beer and a shot. He ended up being a pretty funny guy so I taught him my secret "brethren" handshake and made him promise not to show too many people. I stared right into his eyes while squeezing his hand and said "I'm ****ing serious. Do not.", which seemed to really freak him out.