If I had a hammer...
After going into Rachel's room, noticing a hammer, and noticing a wall (rooms tend to have those), I have decided that it would very much please me to throw hammers into a wall. A nice, pure, rhythmically and mechanically correct overhand throw straight into a wall. And for good measure, have it wobble in the wall, head buried in the brightly painted sheetrock for a second before coming to a rest with the handle sticking out. It's not even a violent or anger provoked thought. I just think it would be fun. So when I get a house, I'm going to add in an extra wall somewhere. It's sole purpose will be to absorb the striking blows of my well-placed throws. I'm not really sure why I felt it necessary to post this wonderful thought, but it felt like the right thing to do.