"GODDAMIT! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" He wipes the glop from his eyes, and holds his hands up to see just what was poured over him.

His first fleeting thought is that it's not blood. (He saw that horror film with Sissy Spacek a long time ago, and that scene with the pig's blood is hard to forget.)

His next thought is that it's paint. Pink paint.

"OK, who did this? And who's there?" That giggle sounds familiar.