Look, we've all been there, right? Standing over our supervisor's desk late at night, accelerant poured and the match lit. But then we remember we are responsible professionals, and this is no way to solve disputes with management. So, we extinguish the match and do the adult thing: Scratch an obscenity into the side of his car in the parking lot, Photoshop some compromising photos of him and post them on the office Intranet, or slip a foreign substance into his coffee.