Revenge is a dish best served. Period.

As it happens, I am a huge James Dean fan. I'm not sure when this love started but it was well before I had seen any of his movies. It was more the icon of James Dean and all that he stood for more so than the actor that I was enamored with. Now that I've seen all three of his films, it's both. Two years ago, based on this love, my friends thought it would be a great idea to get me a birthday present that had something to do with James. The opted for a life-sized cardboard cut-out. Imagine my surprise when I saw this massive thing was my gift. Apparently they didn't have as big an imagination because they saw the need to scare the ever-livin' out of me in the process of giving it to me.
Somewhat elaborately, they were able to coax me away from my room once I had unlocked it that evening. While I was somewhere else, half of them assembled it and lay the cut-out on its side on my bed. Initially, when I came back into my room I didn't see it; all the lights were out and my friend had left all of her crap on the floor, so I was mostly focused on getting her to get her junk out. I noticed that all of my friends were huddled around the entrance, staring at me expectantly. One of them turned the lights on and I got the hint that there was something behind me. Slowly turning around, I saw the figure of a human and nearly shat my pants. I screamed and fell to the floor amid their hysterical laughter. It was one of the greatest birthdays I can remember.
Yesterday, my parents brought the rest of my stuff from home that didn't fit into the car last week. Among that stuff was my James Dean cut-out. Once I had it assembled, the spirit spoke to me and gave me divine inspiration. My life-sized cut-out in hand, I creped down the hall to my friend's room. Her room is conveniently shaped like an “L”, with her bed situated around the corner such that she can't see anyone who enters her room if she's on her bed. As if preordained, this happened to be the case. Slowly, I moved the cardboard cut-out around the corner, as if James Dean were peaking. She flipped. There was a gasp and a scream. I don't really know what she looked like because I was around the other side of the corner but I can only imagine the look of horror on her face. “That's how I felt!” I yelled. “Yeah, but he wasn't moving!” she countered.
What can I say? I'm an instrument of God.