Yeah, but if it's your career, and you always have next months rent to think about, you might tread a little more softly around the slumbering beast. Hella tempting though.
To be sure, this would be a one-off caper by somebody entirely outside of the
media game. Being long retired, I can entertain the fantasy with a glee untouched
by practical concerns.
Whoever managed to pull it off might well be rousted, hustled out, and roughed up by Stinky Miller's
security goons. Maybe even arrested and kept in the tank overnight. With photographs, stories, and
(ooooh! let it happen! to me, oh God!) interviews.
Raporteur: Mr. sackett, how were you treated while detained?
Yerz Trooly: As you can see, I was never struck in the face.
Rep: But were you struck elsewhere?
YT: That is a very fresh question about my private body. Who are you with?
Rep: Well, I'm with my own blog, but out here in the street I can ask anything I --
YT: I think you're a little twit and a nasty sort. If Pres. Underpants hears of this, I'll tell him and
YOU will be in heap trouble, Mr. Blog.
Dep: Prez who?
YT: Donnie lets me call him that and a lot of other things. So nertz and
pllbrzt! ta you!
Rep: You spit on me, you old baster!
[a merciful chaos ensues, followed by the commercial break]