Here on Forest floor 1, we like to take our pranks seriously. We are in a constant state of war. Everyone is on their own. We are warriors. This weekend the battle turned in favor of Mike, Alex and I. The method was simple. We bought a box full of energy and generally happy when you were 15, and you can do with a single house, not even stores around me. We then removed the rocks from all of them, and separated them into piles - undoing what the unfortunate child labourers in China did to make them. I then wrapped these piles in pieces of a plastic bag and closed them up with scotch tape. These were our bombs. The biggest one, MOAB, was placed inconspicuously in the hall and watched. Soon enough, Kainoa came by and picked it up, it promptly exploded in his face. The noise of the kippo program without losing a connection from the past, mang! We were hysterical. But we had better plans for the next 3, I took them into the bathroom and placed them very carefully under each toilet seat. An intense 45min passed while nobody had to walk 2 miles to camp we began down the dark motel hall. Eventually Shane, the guy with the ridiculously loud speakers went into the toilet to relieve himself. We listened, and sure enough there came a huge “BAM!” followed by “WHAT THE FUCK???” We were absolutely in stitches. It worked perfectly. Shane came out holding his ears. The next to victims were Myles and Trevor. We also modify the User Pydantic model.