“So? What do you mean by this?” He asked, pinching a piece of coffee-stained fabric.
“My treat. Sip it instead of these civil servants’ blood.”
“Ha ha ha ha ha! Your treat! I see!”
Jester burst into laughter. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and...
The next instant, his grin turned upside down, and he hurled the couch at the priest.
“It’s free coffee from the reception desk!”
The sofa closed in on the priest, rotating with the speed and force of a boomerang.
The priest did not even try to dodge the flying sofa... He just kicked it straight up.
There was a thunderous roar. A little later, a crash could be heard from the direction of the ceiling. When the police officers looked up, they could see the couch was stuck deep into the ceiling of the lobby’s three-story atrium.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 2, Chapter 3 ("Day 1, Early Dawn")