"Greeting, Rai." Clay wore a devious smirk.
"What do you want?!"
"Tsk tsk. So rude." Clay shook his head. "Listen, Rai, I need you to do me. . ."
". . .?!"
". . .a favor."
"No."
"It's very simple - even you can comprehend it."
Rai sighed. "All right then, what?"
"Point to your head and say Mark Twain's initials."
"Uh. . .which head?" a bamboozled and unsuspecting Rai asked.
"You've got one head how hard can it be?"
". . ."
Rai thought for a moment
He obliged. "M.T."
Clay cackled. "How true your head is empty."
". . .?" Before Rai had time to respond, Clay ran away, laughing manically.
". . . At least no one else saw that. . ." he muttered.
How wrong he was. Clay paid a nerd to secretly film the entire thing and post it on You Tube that night.
"Clay!!!" he yelled the next morning once he realized he was a laughingstock on the World Wide Web.
"What is it, M.T head?" He asked innocently.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!!!"
"Okay. Whatever you say."
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!"
"You really need to work on that anger problem."
"WHAT ANGER PROBLEM?!"
"That one." Clay dumped a bucket of gasoline on the angry Shoku warrior.
Raimundo began to flare up with anger.
"Careful Rai. If you ignite, you'll explode he taunted
"Oh you're right," Rai said as Clay ran away laughing before he had time to realize what he'd done.
"Wait a minute…I CAN'T IGNITE," He screamed as he stomped off to possibly have a shower and find Clay.