Once he figured it out, he probably thought, "Aw crap!"...or something along those lines!
We had a guy at work that was one of those perpetually annoying, pompous types. He was a former used car salesman. Always talking about other peoples wives, daughters and sisters in an "unkind" fashion, no one else had a single possession anywhere near as good as his, always getting on people about anything he could and playing what he referred to as "practical jokes" on people. He'd answer the phone and we'd hear him tell whoever was on the other end that he'd "...send out one of MY men...". He didn't have any authority or rank, he was just a Trooper, but he just had to make it sound that way, that type of guy. He'd had one really good case right after coming on the job and made a career off it, wrangling his way into a "Community Policing Advisor" type position. IOW- he sat in his office watching TV, chatting on the phone and schmoozing local politicians/school administrators for many years. This left him an inordinate amount of time on his hands to torment anyone working in our barracks. I don't recall what he did to one guy, but it was over the line. Next day there's a package addressed to this guy and inside there's a nice card thanking him for doing something he'd been bragging about for a very attractive school Superintendent he'd been chasing after. Inside the package was a big mess of brownies. Of course he wouldn't share and took them back to his office. We'd all been forewarned and most of us tried to stick around to watch the outcome of Mr PITA eating a plate full of Ex Lax laced brownies! It wasn't pretty...