The Pi Diplomat.

One night, Tom diffused a fight as only Tom could.

I emerged from my room after hearing a lot of screaming and breaking glass. Two young gentlemen were about to get in a big fight. As I pondered what to do, Tom showed up. He quickly donned his "Tom is processing" look and quietly sized up the situation. Tom spoke up: 

"If you guys need to beat each other up, fine. But if you're going to fight here you need to pass a test. Ready? You need to name more digits of Pi than I can."

Both guys stopped fighting. The angrier looking one wanted to hit the other one so much that he tried to defeat Tom at Pi memory. He failed.

Both guys sulked away.

Tom started laughing and looked straight at me.

"And that's how you mediate with math, son."