During Taceval at a northern outpost of the UK, the line hut was full of lineys waiting for something to do. Suddenly in walks the Distaff, and informs them that in five minutes they will be bombed and they were all casualties. Distaff then hands out wound chits to the lineys, which list their injuries. One of the line Cpls goes round al the wound chits, and picks one that says he has a head injury. Lunch had been delivered some hours previously in the form of Hot Locs (individual round metal tin containing room temperature food which was once hot). Cpl then takes a spare hot loc, empties the contents into a small plastic bag, adds a cup of cold tea, and mixes the contents into a semi liquid consistency. He then hides the plastic back in the neck of his denims, with the neck of the bag held shut by his right hand which was in the vicinity of his left collar bone. He then lies on the floor in a "I've just been bombed" poseThe attack starts, finishes, and the casualty search begins. A number of individuals from the hangar arrived to check the "bombed" line hut, and start assessing casualties. One goes over the line Cpl, rolls him over and asks "whats worng with you then". Line Cpl makes a retching noise and associated movement, and at the same time squeezes the plastic bag causing the semi liquid mess to erupt over the floor/boots of good samaritan, who promptly jumps backwards in disgust.