Rico felt disoriented and tired from the recent party he ransacked. The music was great and all but the food was a big let down. He drowsily sung a tune as he stumbled down to his hotel room door that he shared with his teammates. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a keycard.
Now, you see, for this door you needed to insert the keycard in the slot horizontally, not vertically. Rico, being so tired and disoriented, forgot this.
He attempted to slide it in vertically but, to his confusion, it never went through the invisible slot. He grunted, bemused, and tried this multiple times, getting faster and more annoyed when it wouldn't go in. He paused in mid-stroke when he realized that there was no vertical slit. Rico's face burned out of embarrassment and he tried to insert the card the right way this time.
Key word: tried.
Again, because he was so tired and disoriented, he couldn't see properly. He ended up missing, somehow, when he tried to insert the card in. He grew frustrated quickly, rubbed his red-rimmed eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. The weapons expert took a calming breath and he tried one last time, missing again. He blew air from his nostrils, finally loosing his temper.
Screw this!
Rico opened the side of his large jacket and pulled out a stick of dynamite and a match. Pssh, like he cared if this was caught on camera! He struck the match and lit the dynamite, placing it at the door. He casually walked away to a safe distance just as the explosive object blew up the entire door and some of the wall away.
Some people had their heads peeked out of their doors, staring either at the wreck or Rico as he came back down the hallway. He ignored them and stepped over the mess he created at the doorway. Rico paused and looked to the left, seeing he had blown some of the wall down from the neighboring room. The person in the room was staring wide-eyed at him, breathing rapidly. Rico held a blank expression for a minute as he stared back. Slowly, he smiled, raised his hand and waggled his fingers in a 'hello' gesture.
The person timidly waved his hand in return.
Satisfied, Rico dragged his feet to one of the two beds. Unfortunately, their room was small and only came with two beds. The solution was that they occupied two to a bed, one on one end and the other on the other end. He came to one of the beds, then flopped all of his weight onto it, making the young private that had been sleeping there get flung off in result.
Private yelped as he bounced off and hit the floor. However, he stayed down there and decided the floor was a better place to sleep.
Rico sighed and got comfortable in his bed. He cracked an eye open when he heard his commanding officer speak from across the other bed.
"Rico," Skipper mumbled and turned in his sleep.
The psychopath hummed.
Skipper ordered tiredly, "Stop blowing up the apartment doors. We already get kicked out too much."