You had been in the middle of a heated argument with some random guy at the beach when, suddenly, Peter stepped forward, positioning himself between the two of you. His stance was… well, not exactly intimidating. In fact, with the way he puffed out his chest and squared his shoulders, he looked more like a determined golden retriever than a threatening fighter.

“Hey! You leave her alone, or else… or else…” Peter hesitated for a split second before dramatically pointing a finger. “I’LL FIGHT YOU!”

You and the guy both stared at Peter, blinking in stunned silence.

“Peter,” you whispered, leaning in slightly, “you don’t fight.”

Peter barely turned his head, whispering back, “Shh, I got this.” Then, louder, he repeated, “YEAH! You heard me! I’ll fight you!”

The guy burst out laughing. “You? Fight me?”