When I was 18 I was enrolled in the Royal Canadian Air Cadets's private pilot training course.
In my dress uniform and standing in a newly painted (white) hallway, I decided to start air-drumming with a yellow and blue highlighter. Caps off.
I closed my eyes and laid down some serious beets in the hallway air.
My classmates watched in amazement.
Upon opening my eyes, I realized that all of the highlighter fluid had shot out of the highlighters. I was covered in yellow and blue ink. And so was the floor. And so were the walls. And so was the ceiling. And so were the windows.
Explain that to your CO.