Finale of Grand Hotel. The work staff characters come out in grimy clothing, singing, while carrying these big milk crates with tons of metal utensils in them directly downstage. Then they slam them down on the stage with the force of sumo wrestlers...right next to the floor mics. The ensuing sound could be heard on Alpha Centauri. I grabbed my head, covered my earlobes and prayed for the inner earthquake to subside before I was certain it would lead to aneurysm.
"Sticks and stones, sister. Here, have a Valium!"