I was riding my trainer in the living room when my fiance tried to walk past me to go laundry room. Not wanting to be beat by a pedestrian i climbed out of the saddle and began to pick up my pace significantly. She stopped and stared, shocked that I would attempt to race her like that. While she stood in disbelief i pulled a bottle for my cage and blasted her with it. The shock knocked her back two steps onto the couch. I settled back into the saddle, victorious, and continued to go nowhere at a more even pace.