With a yowl that only an incredibly irritated and muchly-stressed-out human can make, you whip out the bottle of tabasco sauce you keep beside your bed for use on any burglar who dares get too close. You tip the entire contents over Jamie Oliver's head, he starts yowling about the unhealthy nature of this sauce and how it affects the salt levels in your blood.
To shut him up, you smash the empty bottle over his head and he falls down unconscious.
"Marinate in that you stuck up little prat." you hiss before jumping over his motionless body and reaching for the doorhandle.