It's OK, when I stab Recliners in the eye with the plastic spork, it's entirely planned.
I'm sure we've all imagined this but unless you're writing this from a remand center somewhere you don't though do you! We just sit passively tormented by our inner rage imagining a painful medieval vengeance to be wrought on the unwitting recliner. Instead satisfying ourselves with a good tug on the back of their seat when we stand for the toilet.