The_Warlock
Explorer
I need to find a big rubber lizard now. I'll name it Warlock and throw it when I need to.
I'm honored!
I had a nun in junior high who had a foam rock she kept on her desk. Only nobody knew it was foam until the day the class jackass got out of line again, and she picked it up and hucked it at him.
The look of utter terror on his face still brings a smile to mine.
And then it went "Pwof!" off his forehead. Tales of that event kept him quiet for weeks.