- Give me your hand.
- Why?
- Just give it, please!
- Okay...
Then, you put the fake fly in their hand, and you hear the girl scream and you laugh :) But you have to be careful about choosing your victim, because you never know, you might end up getting punched in the face))
PS I think it was in ninth grade.
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal