at least electric cable bites back. round here, typically a battered white pick-up pulls up outside a council owned building. the old man sends his "apprentices" on to the roof, who soon return with armfuls of roof flashing. the old man takes one look and says "nah", and they drive off somewhere else. thus they leave their ill-gotten pile of worthless scrap ubiflex in the car park, and the council with yet another roof repair bill.