A gang of tsotsis – hooligans – attacked a group of older men, and when the owner tried to throw them out they ran amok in the place, smashing everything in their way.

Me thinkes that word ſpoke from a Neuils mouth, / Should like an earthquake rend your chained gates, / And teare in peeces your portculleiſes. /[…] / Come we will pull vp our Portculleiſes, / And let me ſee thee enter if thou dare.

From there, he’s on to making things like fuses, rockets and an eprouvette, or small cannon.

I know squat about nuclear physics.