I hate that I have two black eyes, a fractured cheek bone, a bloody lip, cuts across my face, and bruises everywhere. Fucking chavs and fucking street fights. I did managed to break an umbrella over one of their heads.
I love that someone and I have two buckets of cold water on the roof of the restaurant we work at waiting to drench some specific individuals when they go out the back exit.
Same thought that went through my mind. I think they have it set up to happen automatically when the door opens, probably through the inventive use of rope.