Fighting dirty
I started working in a kitchen at a bar that had recently bought a 10k pizza oven. My job was to design all the pizzas and come up with a bunch of specials to add to the mostly burgers and fish tacos menu. Unfortunately the fancy lad owner would come around maybe once a month to "play" pizza and then disappear again on some quest to spend money in infuriating ways. All the bar staff would wander into my kitchen and stand around my pizza mies plucking at it like vultures. After a while I figured out I could just drop a handful of jalapenos in the deep fryer for 30 seconds, then blend them for 30 seconds, then I would bring the blender over behind the fan and open it up. Immediately everyone was coughing and stumbling out of my kitchen. It was GLORIOUS. Remembering how I repeatedly maced those assholes always warms my cold dead heart