Where did he go?
A few years ago (I would have been fifteen or sixteen) I was sleeping over at a friend's house for an evening of Xbox and stuff. The "And stuff" turned into a 2am game of "jump on each other in the pitch black and beat the crap out of whatever is closest in any way imaginable". After round four of this, I was getting a little sick of being hit in the nuts (literally) and decided to get my revenge. After I flicked out the lights I did not return to my sleeping bag on the floor. I instead walked over to it, made some mussing noises and then sneaked with the stealth of an overweight ninja to the corner of the room.

Sure enough, anfter about five minutes, friend #1 (big guy) shouts "GET HIM!". Friend #2 (even bigger guy) jumps ino the space where he thought I was only to smack into the ground with an "oof". This soon turned into an "AAARGH" as he, not me, took the full force of the perfectly administered legdrop of friend #1. They proceeded to beat the hell out of each other, both thinking the other was me. I was, in fact, still in the corner - only moving to occasionally belt both of them with a pillow in order to further the mayhem.

I was eventually given away by my snickerings and a beating was administered, but the sounds of *whomp* "That's me! Get Mat!" *whomp* "That's still me! Get him!" *whomp* etc. will remain with me for a long time.
( MatJ LOOK, Sun 24 Jan 2010, 19:03, Reply)