When I was 12 or 13 we had to present a saga of the Greek mythology to our class, in groups of two or three. We were free how to present it. One group made a cool film, another one lectured (yawn...)
My friend and I chose to play a little theatre about the Minotaur saga (cliffs: Hero enters maze, kills the feared Minotaur, finds the exit only thanks to a trace made of the yarn a princess gave him). For a realistic impression I crafted a bull mask and we studied a little choreography for the hero vs. monster showdown. I also decided to spice things up a bit and filled a disposable syringe with ketchup to illustrate the Minotaur's death.
Ok so the day of our presentation came and we started our play. I played the Minotaur and during the fight scene my mask shifted and I could barely see my colleague "killing" me with his sword when I lay at the bottom. I pressed the syringe and immediately the class began to laugh. I thought "cool, they like my little special effect" and countinued to press until the syringe was empty. After the end of the scene I removed the mask and OH SH!T I JUST TRANSFORMED 25 MILLILITRES OF KETCHUP INTO A 4 METER LONG MESS IN A 6 METER HIGH ROOM! I looked at my teacher, he had a blue-ish face and was fighting for his contenance. He then aborted the lesson and left the room without a further comment.
But for me it wasn't over then. I was too embarrassed to ask our janitor for a ladder. I lived near the school and in the evening I returned and sneaked in the room with a bucket and soap to remove the ketchup. Sadly it had dried in the meantime and it wasn't easy to clean. I had to stack two tables and a chair to reach the ceiling. Those who knew where to look could see the red traces of my little show for years to come.
