The sort of person (personality) that I've always said that I'd want with me in a dark alley, or with whom I'd want to go into war...
An anecdote about Ed, who grew up in Queens, NY and was a slightly-built distance runner:
One time another graduate student borrowed a tent from Ed for a camping trip. I was there when this other student returned it, and commented to Ed that the rip in the tent bag was there when he'd received it. Ed's completely noncholant reply was "Oh, I know - a bear did that." Of course this other student and I were curious, and asked for the full story. It turns out that Ed and his wife had gone camping in bear country out west (he did his PhD in Arizona), and had done all of the proper things, including putting all of their food and cooking supplies in the tent bag and hoisting it up in a tree on a rope. Despite this, they were awakened in the wee hours of the morning by the sounds of a bear pulling down and digging into the bag. The smart thing to do, of course, would probably have been to just lay low and let the bear have his snack. Not Ed, though - he comes out of the tent to confront the bear, grabbing onto the other end of the rope to which the tent bag is attached. This other student and I were somewhat taken aback, and pointed out to Ed that maybe that wasn't the best thing to do, at least given his size, limited outdoor experience, lack of any weapons other than his bare hands, etc. His dead-pan reply was:
"Yeah, I know - but I got my tent bag back."
Where did I ever say that I agreed with Ed's statement?