My grandfather calmly bent down and pulled up the leg of his pants, rolling the hem in a tube toward the knee, while he watched my Mother (who was, honestly, holding her own and not in need of aid.) He then unbuckled his artificial knee and hopped the two steps over to Mr. PinchyFingers and proceeded to beat him down with the damned thing.
Via theferrett [1] , “Gramps [2]”
[1] http://www.livejournal.com/users/theferrett/536516.html
[2] http://www.livejournal.com/users/velvetsteel/498629.html