You try to duck, but cannot avoid the full impact of the missile,
which hits you on the forehead and splatters all over your face.
You brace yourself, waiting perhaps for an acidic reaction to take place,
but the mushy liquid merely drips off your face on to the ground.
Cautiously you test it,
first with your
finger, then with your tongue.
You have just been hit by a ripe tomato!
You turn to face the sleeping figure once more.