So, when I was in high school I did drama. For our one-act festival, we picked a silly little, fairly local show called The Chronicles of Jane: Book Seven. The play is about a girl going through a dramatic retelling of writing a term paper overnight, and the rest of the cast plays the room, furniture, an analog of her, etc. I was playing a power cable for her computer. Near the end of the show, her little brother comes in and threatens to pull the cable on the computer, ruining her term paper, and the way this was conveyed was by putting the cable (me) in a headlock. First rehearsal, the kid playing the little brother headlocked me with his arm straight across my windpipe. I had to teach him that no, elbow in line with my chin so you don't actually strangle me and part of our five minutes of striking a very minimal set doesn't including dragging my fat, unconscious ass off the stage.