Reminds me of the time in Elementary school when my nemesis sat on a nice and sharp #2 pencil someone jammed into his desk seat. I guess it broke off in his ass cheek. Everyone blamed me the next day, and I WASN'T EVEN THERE. I was out sick! I said "Maybe because he's a jerk? But it wasn't me..." Then in junior high metal shop some kid buffed up a nickle real hot on the buffer and dropped it down another kit's plumber crack. He swiftly received a sharp #2 through the face cheek for his stupid action. In the prison-yard of the lower grades, the #2 pencil was the shank of choice.