Eons ago now, in my youth, WalMart used to be open 24 hours a day, making it a viable option for hanging out late and observing other local weirdos. One night, around midnight, a group of much younger kids were there, running around and being loud and making a mess and generally threatening to "ruin it for everybody." When they ran past us at full speed, narrowly missing my friend, she muttered under her breath, "Fall. Fall. FALL!" And in that very instant one of them tripped and face-planted in the middle of the aisle in the women's clothing section, very nearly going full scorpion. We would have laughed otherwise, but we were both eyes-wide in amazement at my friend's newly discovered magic powers. The end.