Dude, once the fire extinguisher prop got lost in the crate, so I just grabbed a metal trash can from the break room, painted it black, strapped a fake hose with a rope, and called it a “high tech” flamethrower. Boss yelled, “What the hell?” I just did a quick jump‑cut into the scene, spun the can, and the audience was like, “Whoa.” I still have the can at home; it’s now a souvenir. So yeah, improv is my middle name.