The mischievous grin quickly turned into a snarl, though the difference may have been hard to detect, aside from some furrowing between the eyes, and the ears going flat.

Why was it nobody listened to him?

He looked around irritably looking for something, anything concrete to contribute to this predicament.

The bucket illusion had been singularly effective, for however long it lasted, which gave him an idea.

Hurriedly, he dropped the piss soaked curtain to the ground, then furiously heaped it full of dirt and mud mixed with wads of grass from the ground, bundled it up like a sling, backed away from the window to get room to whirl around, Began whirling, then yelled through the window:

"[color=7bcdc8]Hey fuck'r! CATCH![/color]"

A split second later, he released one side of the curtain, discharging the contents through the window toward his target.