My brother once accidentally shoulder-checked me through a wall. If there wasn't a now-unused fireplace on the other side, I would've gone all the way through.
please don't tell me the sauce is white, please don't tell me the sauce is white, please don't tell me the sauce is white, please don't tell me the sauce is white, please don't tell me the sauce is white, please don't tell me the sauce is white,
Reminded me of this novel I read, can't remember which one it was, but the MC went around leaving dirty laundry in some nobles' houses, then one of them woke up, went into the hall, saw the MC hiding behind a lamppost and thought it wasa ghost or something and died of a heart attack.
I punched two holes through our walls and kicked another one in