Oh he was such a pretty baby, always so kind and gentle. He was really considerate to his mother, and not at all the kind of person you'd expect to pulverize their opponent into a bloody mass of flesh and raw bone, spitting teeth and fragments of gum onto a pitch which had become one man's hell and Ken's glory.

Dinsdale says "I hear you've been a naughty boy, Clement," and he splits me nostrils open and saws me leg off and pulls me liver out, and I said "my name's not Clement" and then he loses his temper and nails my head to the floor.