“HERE’S your trigger warning!”
Nothing said “lunchtime fun” to kids back in my day like an 18th century pioneer going to town on “indigenous people” with the butt end of a rifle.
Re-enactments at school often resulted in a dropped lunchbox and shards of glass in your milk. It made us tough.
Related: “You’re just an Indian, *I’m* the Chief” was an actual playground insult back in the ‘70s.
Lunch room moderators would go into cardiac arrest nowadays if kid pulled that out