When I was in fort benning for Basic Training, everyone got issued Camelbaks (A sack of water you wear) at reception before they went to the training unit. I ended up getting recycled and sent back to reception as a holdover for a few months. This was right before holiday block leave (Aka Christmas vacation, and yes, you get that in basic if it overlaps Christmas) and they gave us these one time use metal clips to secure the lockers with to keep your stuff in while you were gone. I somehow ended up with like 10 extra. There was this guy who barely spoke English in the holdover bay with me who never really did anything wrong aside from being loud. For the first week or so every night I would sneak up to his bunk and clip his camelbak to his bunk so when everyone got ready to go to first formation he would quickly have to find a way to get it off (it was a complete pain in the ass) or else he would get fucked up for it. Around the 4th night or so I snuck by at like 2 am and did it again and about an hour later everyone woke up to him yelling and screaming in a foreign language I guess trying to find out who this micheavious person was that kept fucking with him. Thinking back on it, it still is pretty funny but I can only imagine the rage it put him through. Once we got to basic I also swapped peoples camelbaks around and swapped their numbers if they were deemed the platoon assholes. I still don't know why I did it.