Once the neighbor kid, type of that irritating, mommy's most precious little brat beated our dog, because the dog barked too much after the "lovely" kid threw a firework to our yard. My dad is the Ice-cream man in our little hometown and he have an ice cream truck. I volunteered for a week that i will do his work so he can rest a bit or do something else he wants. He agreed. I prepared a special ice cream for my target with a shitload of laxatives and not that type which helps you to poop a bit easier. Hell no. How could i describe it? If you take to much from this stuff then your stomach will hurt like 50 demons poking it with their sharp and pointy spears and your anus will cry and blow the niagara falls trough a tiny straw. I stopped at the playground, started the music and waited with patience. He came and we made the deal. I got the money, he got the suprise. He ate it with such joy I barely could hold back the evil laughter. Few minutes later the laxative kicked in. His face was priceless with full of misery and pain.. He cried a river, while he shat himself with a force and sound that i heard in the truck few meters away. Since then when i see him i laugh so much my tears are starting to flow. I have no regrets, just wanted to share this.