Jesus Frank reminds me of getting back at a bunch of electronics types occasionally the radar tech's would fire up the search radar and see if they could track guys on the flight line, kind of an unfriendly act considering that the radar would ignite steel wool at 100' or so, any how what would happen is the radar types would have climb down in the radome to work on the antenna and when that would happen any of the rest of the guys on the flight line that had been drinking beer and eating pickled eggs would come along fart down the hatch in the radome then sit on the hatch so they couldn't get back out, ahh pickled eggs and sausages oh well gone are the days.
