Oh. I've never wreaked vengeance. I may give that a try later on at work tonight.
You know, if I'm having a bad night, and the opportunity arises.
Ooh. I hope you wreak it with the mouse pad.
OK, funny story. Last year there were really bad windstorms in Montana and the newspaper's front page reported as such. My mom was dropping my little brother off at my office (I worked at the newspaper) and he noticed the headlines as they were coming in.
He tugged on my mom's sleeve. "Mom, did you hear about Havoc?" (he pronounced it ha-VOCK)
My mom looked at him, puzzled, and shook her head.
"The wind wrecked it!"
Poor little guy didn't realize why he was being laughed at by everyone standing nearby, and our attempts to explain it didn't help.