The normally unflappable, painstakingly polite Clark Goble is finally pushed to the limit when a bunch of johnny-come-latelys with stupid fake names jump on the bandwagon to shovel a bunch of crap at him over Rough Stone Rolling. Too polite to just point out these people are a bunch of malcontents and ban them, he instead wags his finger and gives them a stern talking to! Careful, Clark, you might break into a sweat. For the guy who carries a gun, I have a hard time believing he would ever actually use it. You never know though, he could be one of those Bernard Goetz types.