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When I was 15, living in Tokyo, my friends and I ordered a lot of pizza using someone's parents' money -- about one large pizza per person. There were about 10 of us. We forgot to order drinks so we went out to buy some. We ended up eating the pizza outside in a park and, because we had so much extra pizza, we started throwing it at each other. One of my friends, covered by tomato sauce, ran away because we were focusing on him. The cops saw him, assumed the sauce was blood, and chased us. We should have just stuck around and explained that it was just pizza, but we were stupid and decided to run. We split up and half of us got away. The other half (myself included) were surrounded and taken into custody. They didn't buy our story at first but we convinced them to return to the scene of our pizza fight to show them the pizza. They said that if we cleaned up the pizza and other trash in the park they'd let us go without calling our parents, and we cheerfully complied.
That's about as close as I've come.
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