when i was like 12 years old, we had 'metal shop" taught by a really cranky old bastard, whose name escapes me
i was probably 128 pounds at the time, but one of the other kids was just under 100
the teacher (cranky old bastard) was trying to get richard to cut a piece of sheet metal, on the brake, which he wasn't heavy enough to do
the teacher finally told him to jump on it. he did, still unable to cut the piece of metal
he SCREAMED something like I SAID JUMP YOU LITTLE F**KING BASTARD and richard did.
this break had 2 metal feet on the bottom of the pedal, kind of like a church pew. one of them impaled the cranky old bastard's foot
the good part of this is that the entire rest of the class joined me, laughing out loud at the teacher, so i wasn't the only one