Mine tend to gravitate across the kitchen, into the living room, and under the couch. Until I got the hang of holding onto a spring assembly coated in Mobil1, being pushed over a barrel lug coated in superlube, there was a repeated chorus of:
- Zing
- D**n!
- Tap
- Tap
That first sound being the spring uncompressing, me swearing, followed by the cap bouncing across a hardwood floor.
