Taming the Desk Dragon

A pair of shiny chrome jaws was crouching right on the edge of the leather desk blotter, daring me to pass! Naturally, a captain does not retreat before fanged beasts. I leaped forward, planting both plush paws onto the ribbed plastic grips to wrestle the contraption into submission. Squeeze... SNAP! The spring-loaded steel teeth clamped shut with a sharp metallic clack, severing a stray paper receipt clean in two! I gasped in pure theatrical terror, flinging myself backward onto a pad of sticky notes before catching my breath. Ha! The midnight beast has officially surrendered to my grip!