You could consider Snuka’s antics with his pocket knife my little (and back-handed) tribute to the classic literary subgenre of boy scout adventure fiction. I just couldn’t let him sit around passively and crying the whole time, his uniform demanded he at least try to live up to the (once) popular image.
Unfortunately for him, he was correct that it would take some nimbleness and carefulness, and it seems that those traits of his where among his negative traits – and expurged when he turned into a boyscout.
I don’t know how that sort of thing is determined, though. Technically, nimbleness and carefulness aren’t exclusively negative traits. It’s possible that it ultimately hinged on the fact that the ‘old’ Snuka has never actually employed them for anything unambiguously good, and that it would have been different for somebody else.
Anyway, the fact remains that it was the ‘old’ Snuka that had the nimble fingers, and the ‘new’ Snuka has less nimble ones.
As well as fewer ones, by now.
More on Thurs…uh, Monday!