My secret Santa gave me a "bendable Santa" when I was in eleventh grade in high school (for those of you who don't know, secret Santa is when you exchange names with people via anonymous lottery, and then you send each other gifts and try to guess who is your secret Santa.)
By that time I knew who it was, and perhaps the bendable Santa wasn't as bad as what I did to it. See, it had a piece of aluminum wire or something in it, and the rest was plastic, so you were supposed to be able to move the arms, legs, and body around and leave it in various positions.
Well, in physics class, I looked right at the person I thought was my secret Santa, who wasn't ever very nice to me anyway, and I 1) tied the legs in a knot, 2) twisted the arms behind its back, and 3) bent it back and forth until the metal thing inside snapped.
That person never bothered me again.
(Who is a lot less evil now.)
Up, up and away!