what my friend said to me a while ago:
"You know, you're scary when you really put your mind into something. It's like you turn into steel and cannot be moved. When you are like that, I prefer to have you as an ally,"
what my answer was:
"uh ... ... thanks?" *sweatdropping while many scary images pop up in my head, like an image of me with distinctive red horns and tails, wielding big club-shaped weapon*
I blamed my overreactive imagination for that.