This Means War

Wednesday morning I was sleeping peacefully around 9 am when a pounding sounded on my door. Knowing the answer, I asked who it was. Jes having just gotten back and being bored. She wanted to do something so I suggested trashing Jason's room. As an explanation, when I returned from Orford a little while ago I found my room in a sticky situation due to Jason taping it. He got back late yesterday and found his in a similar state. Granted it wasn't done as well, he had masking tape while I (with the aid of a bored Jes) used bad imitation duck tape. Now both parties have attacked the other, and war is official. I woke up this morning to find all the shoes I left outside my room tied together and hanging from a door handle and a facebook message asking me if I planned to go running anytime soon.
As a side note Jes is involved by having let both of us into each other's room with her all access card. I also stacked a bunch of boxes in front of her door yesterday, so I expect she will soon be involved in the madness. Jason is also currently in a knee brace (dislocated it wrestling a crocodile while riding his pet kangaroo)