On Monday we had a nerf dart war vs. Mission Zone and PVC pipes for blow-darts. We decked out the gym with strategic tables and chair racks and just went nuts. At one point, my MTC comp, Elder Green, and I set up a turret station using lunch trays as shields. He'd shout, "Pull!", I'd pull the upper tray off, he'd take a shot, nail someone, and then I'd put the shield back in place just in time to block like three shots. It was perfect. And now our apartment has been screwing around with our blow darts all week.
We went to lunch as a district with the zone leaders to Whataburger before district meeting. Elder Browning ordered a 5-patty patty melt, just for the heck of it. But then we all started egging each other on, and before you know it, Elder Casteel, our zone leader, is trying to eat a 12-patty patty melt in under 20 minutes. If he can't, Elder Browning no longer owes him groceries.