
actually happen to me, but a mate of mine used to share a flat with the members of a fairly well-known early industrial band. One night he was sitting in his room when he heard a noise on the stairs and one of his flatmates shouting 'Pete, could you come out here a minute, please?' He opened his door to find his flatmates in combat jackets and trousers, gas masks, and armed with bin-lid shields and broomhandle truncheons; they tear-gassed him, then handcuffed him to a pillar in his room and abandoned him for three or four hours. Oh how they laughed about it later.
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