So, me and some friends pulling a movie all-nighter on the couch...
We'd been watching the Hannibal movies and drinking. Everything was fine, we were laughing and fff-fff-fff-ing at each other. And then I realised that Hannibal was standing behind the curtain and planning to eat my brain.
Naturally I took immediate retaliatory action, in this case hiding beneath the duvet so that no part of my body save my nose was exposed. Due to the fact that this was a small and crowded couch, some sacrifices for the greater good were necessary. I was very sad for those of my mates who were now seated on the floor and uncovered by the duvet, as this meant an inevitable and disgusting demise at the hands of Anthony Hopkins. But death comes to us all and there is no use repining.

All was well until I needed to use the bathroom. Disaster! I armed myself with a large empty bottle of Caribbean Twist and left the safety of the couch.
My business completed, I crept back through the kitchen. Suddenly a crack rang out. A door slamming open. A gunshot. I didn't know and wasn't going to wait around to find out*.
Terrified but with lightning reflexes, I spun round and brained Lector with the bottle.

Except by some freak mischance, it wasn't Hannibal Lector at all, and was actually my best friend. Yeah, that kind of put a damper on the evening, taking her to A&E and all.**

* It was actually the lid of the toilet falling down. A mistake anyone could have made.

** On the plus side, I am happy to report that no one was eaten or dismembered. That should count for something.
(yes_slash_no, Fri 23 Feb 2007, 12:24, Reply)