The never ending spiral of doom
In my first first year at my first university (long story), I had the pleasure of sharing halls with ten 18 year old blokes fresh out of school.

Two of them decided that they didn't like each other very much, so they started playing pranks.

It started when 'bighead' (for he had a very large head) pissed in a glass and left it under the bed of 'Welshgirl' (for he was Welsh and liked Robbie Williams).

WG then retaliated by smearing fish paste on the back of FH's radiator.

The pranking got worse and worse, culminating in FH stealing a handfull of fruitfly eggs from his genetics lab and hiding them in WG's cereal box.

Cue me being woken up at breakfast time by lots of screaming and shouting. I ran to the kitchen to find it literally swarming with fruitflies. You couldn't even breathe in without inhaling a mouthful.

Following that, the halls manager had to get the entire floor fumigated, and everyone's food had to be destroyed (which went down really well, as you might expect).

The final act of retaliation was stopped short due to risk of fatality. Its a shame really, because I'd love to have seen it happen...

They both did genetics and in their lab they use a chemical called phenyl phenol or something. Now apparently, if you put just a few drops of this stuff in someone's drink, it's such a powerful muscle relaxant that you just piss and shit yourself within seconds.

WG has managed to steal some and was waiting for the ideal moment to strike. As it happened, he had mentioned it to his sister who was a nurse, who in turn mentioned it to a doctor who informed her that 25% of the population were fatally allergic to this chemical.

So we never got to see FH shitting himself in the middle of a busy club, which is something I still rue to this day.
( HoratioFellatio Taking the the out of psychotherapist, Fri 27 Apr 2007, 19:17, Reply)