Redhawk Caldera i was twelve years old and bullet proof

No matter how much he tried, his brother remained unconcerned with being tackled, or bitten, or otherwise punished. Ferret was convinced his brother was not all there in the head. Hell, he was barely all there in the body and the bandit was quickly outpacing Peter in growth as were the rest of his brothers.

Ferret stared down at Peter, his eyes flickering with irritation. He needed new tricks, and fortunately, the gears in his mind cranked one out for him. He grinned impishly, then drew a loud, snorting breath in threw his nose. The he sucked his tongue, gargled, snorted some more and smacked his lips... until his rude, obnoxious noises accumulated into a grand glob of spit that started to spill from between his fangs in a long, oozing strand that dangled above his brother's nose.