A few years ago, the senior class at my highschool did a coordinated stink bomb attack at a spirit assembly. In this epic display of mall ninjaship, the seniors who instigated the prank hid in the audience of hundreds of innocent highschool students operated like a sleeper cell until the right moment. When the principal told the seniors, who had been rather michevious the entire year that childish pranks would be inadvisable, one senior stood up and screamedDISENGAGE DISENGAGE DISENGAGE!!!!!!!!!!!1 Simultaniously another student preemptively bladed at 45 degrees. Then, with their watches (or cell phones) synchronized, they all cut their payload of cheese, making a very large gym smell like ass, and not normal ass, only the kind of ass that could be found in the pants of michael moore, or perhaps Dusty_C. In panic mode, the entire population fled, in a typical arfcom SHTF situation. Since we were disarmed, the populace resorted to yelling, screaming, and crying, to evoke anger, headaches, and sympathy since there were no other weapons worth using. Sorry, no MS Paint!