Okay, this is something me and my best friend did to our Comp. Sci.
teacher senior year of high school.
We started this joke by getting into heated arguments for a
week before the actual event and of course everything was building up
a big head of steam. By this time the other kids knew something was
up and we let them in on the joke, so now we have about 30 people
helping in our cause.
Anyway, on the day of the crime we went to the school's
dressing room and, since we were both active in the drama club, no one
asked what we were there for. So, I get ready for the fun by making
myself a nice layer of plasti-skin and filled it with stage blood.
Danny, my friend, obtained the services of a prop knife, you know one
of the ones that retract and we tested the depth of the cut with the
thickness of the skin, it was right, so now we are set.
We walk into class seperated by about a minute and we start
right where we had left off, teh name calling, the pushing and all the
other aspects of high schoolers that don't like each other. So Danny
pulls the knife out of his pocket and yells, "That's it Ray, you're
dead." So he swings at my neck and the knife cuts the plasti-skin and
the stage blood goes everywhere, I crumple in a gurgling heap and lay
prone under the table of trash80's. Mr. Waddington comes up and sees
Danny standing over me with a blood covered knife and sees me
apparently dead starts to roll me over. I flop over like any good
corpse and he dabs at the blood now covering my neck and says the line
I was waiting for, "My God you killed him!" At that moment, I opened
my eyes and asked him what he was doing. I have heard of peoples
faces going white and now I saw it.
After he relised what we had done, he congradulated us on a
job well done.
