Ugh, as the loser that once tried this tactic, it’s a coward move.
But some of us didn’t get parents, so conflict resolution was always “I’m the parent and i didn’t remember asking you a fucking question!?” (Actual quote from my sperm donor).
So we “win” by going limp and getting the other party frustrated enough to leave us alone…
The Mosquito was a device for keeping teenagers away from the entrance of stores. It emits a tone so high, only yoots can hear it, us old fucks can’t hear it, lol.