Oh, yeah -- Ken. He's another imPort here -- my roomie's technically his guardian, but I got a feeling I'm a little more strict than him.

[He's such a buzzkill. Ken, bundle up before you go marching against an army. Ken, don't spar with the scary clown. Ken, step away from the homicidal telepath.]

He's twelve, and about this big, [he says, waving his hand in mid-air.] Totally tearing up the soccer field too. I'm not a bad coach!

[Or he chose to train a kid who's already in peak physical condition. Little column A, little column B.]