Freshman year in college, we had a guy on the floor bragging about what a stud he was, how many women he banged, and other rather rude descriptions of his exploits. His roommate was given an order one Friday night early in the first semester to make himself absent all weekend (from the dorm room he paid for) as Mr. Bigshot was going to bring a couple of girls to the room for the weekend.
Rommate was PO'd needless to say, so we all put together a conspiracy. We gutted the room of anything that could be moved, unbolted, taken apart. Beds, dressers, chairs, bookshelves, curtain and blinds - everything but the paint on the walls and the glass in the windows. We moved it up one flight to a storage room.
BTW, we also pulled the pins on the door hinges, but left the door locked. In the middle of the room we left 2 bare mattresses. Left the light on too.
Braggart comes back about 9PM, noisy, drunk with his buddy and 2 girls who maybe were impressed by all of this guy's high school exploits on and off the playing field. Very noisy. We're all huddling in one of the nearby rooms, giggling like schoolgirls at what is about to happen. We hear him fumble for his keys, then a very loud WTF as the door crashes into the room with a resounding echo. Then silence for maybe 5 seconds, followed by a roar that consisted of him bellowing his rage, and the 2 girls screaming at the guys for the very crudity of the image in the room.
We're on the floor laughing as he ran up and down the halls pounding on doors threatening his roommate. We had to get the RA to intervene to keep him alive and find the braggart another place to stay in another dorm.