Jumping out of a 1st floor window (as in 2nd storey for U.S - as in, enter, go up the stairs once, and that floor. Got it? Good) all for a bag of skittles. Landing on a patio. We were talking about my obsession for skittles, which involved sexual derogatory acts of "Would you eat it out of my mouth? Belly-button?" and so on, and other teasing factors. Some ridiculously attractive woman, you know the kind, too attractive for her own good, likes to use it to manipulate those of a frail mind, like me, said "Oh, you'd do anything for this bag of skittles?" in THAT voice, many times, each time I getting more desperate. She through it across the room, not expecting to get it through the window...and not expecting me to try and catch it and jump through the window itself in my attempts. It really was crash, bang, wallop - from what I've been told. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the ordeal knocked me out and I was detained in hospital for a day and a half. Even the locla psychiatrist visited me, bless him. And after all of that, some ate the skittles in the ambulance on the way.