I think the statue of limitations are up on this. When I was a sophmore staying in Hess Hall, the RA was next door to my room. He was Chinese and named Peter Ting, I swear to God! We had a guy from Red Bank named Russ who was always wanting to prank Peter. Once he put on a guerrilla mask and hid in the corner by the phones and jumped out at Peter, but he wanted something better. One night I heard someone knock on peter's door and then run down the hall. Then peter came out and I heard him curse in Chinese, so I looked out the door to see him mopping up some water. A few minutes later Russ came to my room (there were four or five other guys there), and said he needed our help. He was trying to leave a large cup of water leaned against Peter's door, knock, run and hide and when Peter came out it would spill on the floor. Russ was then going to walk up lighting a match while yelling it's lighter fluid and throw the match in the water to scare Peter. Peter was getting the water mopped up quicker than he could get there, so he wanted me to put the cup against the door and knock on it so he could be there as soon as Peter opened the door. You are probably getting ahead of me right? Yep I put lighter fluid in the cup, not much, but we found out a little goes a long way. I did take a bath towell and soak it in water. Well when Peter opened the door, Russ timed it perfectly and when he tossed the match there was a flash of light that lit up the hallway. I jumped out the door to see Russ standing frozen with his mouth and eyes wide open as they could be, and Peter was dancing around his room screaming in Chinese trying to beat out the flames with his mop. I took the wet towell and managed to beat them out in a couple of minutes.
Peter had a long talk with Russ, threatening to turn him in, while Russ was pleading that he didn't really know it was not water, that he just happened to come by and thought of tricking Peter. I have to give Russ credit, he never once involved me in the conversation. Finally Peter decided to let it go, and Russ came in my room, and Peter walked up to thank me for my quick thinking in putting out the fire. It was all we could do not to bust out laughing. When Peter left, Russ only said "You bastages would .... your Mothers."