Kung Fu Roy

A few weeks back Roy destroyed an end table that I've known since I can remember. Roy's bed sits next to my desk in our office and generally gets pushed into the end table that our fax machine sits on. Roy lays n his bed and watches us work - some days he just can't get comfortable on his bed and he kicks and squirms around on his bed until its just right. This was one of those days - not much kicking and squirming went on- just one kick and wham - busted the door in to two pieces. I think he was just as surprised as Kasey and I were. Its not a flimsy door too - some hollow type molding on the front backed with about an inch of pine or something. Roy was addressed as Kung Fu Master or Karate Chop Roy for the next week or so...