The Ultimate Cage Match

Yesterday I got into a nice little scrape with my girlfriend.

Her: Hey baby, come here. I'm gonna spray this on your face.
Me: No, what is it?
Her: It cleans and refreshes your face.
Me: I just got out of the shower, my face is already clean.
Her: Come here, and close your eyes.
Me: No, I don't want...

She then sprays it in my face with out warning. I was standing by the closet door when the attack ensued, so I quickly jumped in and closed the door. The mysterious liquid was now burning my eyes, and giving me a bitter taste in my mouth. My attacker was still pursuing me, determined to "clean my face".

I jumped out of the closet, grabbed the bottle, and chucked it across the room.

That probably wasn't the best course of action in hind sight, but it worked in a pinch. Now the problem was the trail of liquid spewing from the wake of the bottle as it traveled across our bedroom. I looked down and noticed the nozzle of the bottle was still in my attackers hand. I looked back up and saw our liquid soaked bed, dresser, carpet, and wall. Uh oh.

Me: Who's gonna clean up this mess?