Will lifted one of the beds so he could push the watch under the leg of the bed. Lining it up, he raised it up, counted down from three, and then with a victorious cheer, dropped it right onto the face of the watch where it landed with a satisfying crunch. Just for good measure, he did it a few more times on the straps too, to make sure not a square centimetre of it was undented. He remembered how furious John had been in the past when they'd smashed his shit, and he revelled in it now.
"My trophy," he said cheerfully, coming over to proudly lay the mangled watch on the table. "I'm going to mount this on the wall when I get out. What are we talking about over here?"