A Mysterious Arrest

I slipped away from those frozen acrylic figures and dropped down onto the varnished wooden desk below. Sitting right under the warm lamp was a silver tin of paperclips left slightly cracked open! With a theatrical flick of my wrists, I hooked three shiny clips together and looped the chain snugly around the tip of an uncapped black gel pen. It looked just like the pen had been arrested in the middle of writing a sentence. Nishishi, anyone who sits down here next will spend ages trying to deduce how that happened, while I watch from behind the pen cup.