I Do Not Like Hunting

I have this fantasy where I am the gun-bearer to a party of trophy hunters in Africa. One night, while they are asleep, I remove all the firing pins from their guns. The next day they go to shoot a rhino and "click", the guns don't work. The noble rhino in righteous rage thunders down on them. The hunters run frantically, screaming in terror, pissing their pants in fear, as the mighty rhino visits vengeance on the cowardly psychopaths.