Dillon Kings, the formerly nice but now obnoxious boy, had heard all the rumors about Mr. Kramer having killed at least sixty men with his bare hands while in the SEALS, not counting those he nailed with weapons. He was only too glad to put distance between himself and the mysterious and feared man. But then came a sensation like being in a cartoon: impossibly, Mr. Kramer had gone some other way and gotten around _ahead_ of Dillon.
"I wasn't quite finished, son," said Kramer in a casual voice that was more intimidating than shouting. "I asked what you want. I was serious. Do you want people to _like_ you? Do you want to be part of a friendly, civilized society? If you want that, you need to remember the Golden Rule: to treat others with the kindness and courtesy you would like them to show to you."
Stepping closer, he finished: "Having people be afraid of you has its advantages, I don't deny; but it can also become awfully lonely. Think about that." And Mr. Kramer was gone, like a ninja.