When someone tries to outdo you in a rock paper scissors game in an attempt to force you into doing something you REALLY don't want to do, so you shoot them.
Roommate: "Man, these dishes are stacked! Rock paper scissors for who has to do 'em!"
Me: "Glock paper scissors, SHOOT!"
*LOUD POP* *THUD*
Me: "I win."
When I realize that I may have to do dishes in prison:
*LOUD POP* *THUD*