Reminds me of the neighborhood squirtgun wars, back in the day. The battlefield was wide open, every yard was fair game (strangers’ and friends’ alike), and refills were made at any house spigot you could find. Some even decided, when a tapwater spigot wasn’t easily found, to unzip & fill the squirtgun with one’s own water. (ie. “vibe coding”)

The adults in the area eventually banded together, and agreed to install locks on their spigots, thus the whole thing sputtered & died off in a few summers’ time.

tl;dr: Kids gonna kid, whether that’s water or piss/slop. 🤌🏼