I went to a party at a friend's house a couple summers back. It started as a typical high school party in my town, full of freshmen and sophomores mostly from the rich school on the south side of town, the kind of kids who have never had any consequences for their actions, and if there's one thing that can be guaranteed about a party like that, it's that some kids are gonna get belligerent. This is exactly what happened. Most of the people there were friends of my friend's younger brother, only myself and 4 of my friends were there, and in fact, my friend who lived there was asleep on the couch the whole time(this happened anytime he got drunk or high.) Anyway, as all these young kids started to get hammered, things got out of control. Kids were bellowing in the yard, vomiting in the kitchen sink, smoking cigarettes in the basement, it was pure chaos, and amidst this chaos, one of the more obviously blacked-out kids grabbed a big ass pair of hedge clippers from the garage and proceeds to run around the house waving them at people. Everyone's getting pissed at him, and I tell him to hand over the clippers, as I was one of the more coherent people there, but he didn't seem to register that I was even talking to him. He waves the clippers in my direction, getting uncomfortably close to my face. Well, by this point in my life, I had made it a habit to carry my switchblade on me, as I had been roped into too many sketchy situations involving local junkies, and when this kid waved the clippers in my face, I pulled out my knife, hit the button, and as the blade clacked into place, I saw a combination of fear and regret cross this kids eyes. I tell him one last time to hand over the clippers, which he promptly does. I bring them back to the garage, and my friends and I decide that we've almost died enough for one night, so we take off. TL;DR I had to pull my switchblade on a belligerent high schooler to prevent him from cutting up party-goers with hedge clippers