I proceed to not give a -blam!-, as I haven't been to that school in over a decade. [i]We don't need no water let the mother-blam!-er burn.[/i] Going along with the gist of the thread, I empty the chemical closet and begin mixing everything I can until it either resembles acid or starts fuming. At that point it's just a matter of getting the chemicals from point A to point B (The assailants face).