FUNNY ANECDOTE TIME, COMMENCE:
In my first year at University, we were having a party for our hall in the dorms. The guy who lived opposite me (still a close friend) is an amateur DJ, and he had done a playlist and everything. At some point in the late evening, after a bottle and a half of Jägermeister, I suddenly heard Number of the Beast come on over the speakers. Slightly wasted, I punched straight up in the air while uttering an exhiliarant "OUGH", only to feel my hand connect with Metal, hear an eerie screeching, and turn my head to the ceiling to notice that I'd not only punched out one of the panels, but I'd actually dented it.
Hand was fine, Maiden was awesome, and everything went better than expected.