The Roundhouse

It's true: you really really hate those stinking gobs of flour and sugar and baking soda! You wish they would all be destroyed!

So, you jump over the counter, pull open the muffin case, and start flinging muffins everywhere. They stick to the ceiling and the walls. They get caught in people's hair. They cover the floor in a gooey, sticky coating. The barista just stares at you like you're some crazed beast from the jungle.

Maybe you are?

Finally you get tired of throwing things, so you stop. You can hear sirens in the distance. Did someone call the police?