Holy fuck you just reminded me of a ninth grade story. So it was a gym class and the teacher just didn't show. Now, this is pretty racist in retrospect but bear with me...so one dude had drum sticks on him from band class and cause we were all just fucking around bored he got some stools and chairs and stuff together and made a gym equipment drum kit and started hauling out some sick tribal beats. I don't know exactly what happened but somehow the whole class got in on doing African tribal dance style dancing like we saw in movies in a circle around the dude playing the drums. He then would do a big finish where we let out a 'HOO!" in unison and he would say a few sentences describing the story of donkey Kong 64 in a stereotypical shaman voice and when the stanza of this epic poem finished he'd blast off on the drums and we'd dance around again. The teacher got there like 10 minutes to the end of class. Laughed her ass off and said there was actually a required dance part of the curriculum that she was dreading and could totally call whatever the fuck we were doing as that. It was pretty cool.

trying the smoke the whole pack strategy with something genuinely fun & entertaining... fuck were they thinking