Sabotage in Progress

Dragging paperclips around was merely a warm-up. Finding a hefty, uncapped blue ballpoint pen leaning against an old ceramic mug, I took it upon myself to deliver some proper structural disruption. I wedged my plastic shoulder against the plastic barrel and shove it with all my modest weight until it rolled straight off its perch. The glorious sound of it clattering onto a stack of loose sticky notes and leaking a fat smear of ink was poetry. Naturally, I kicked an abandoned staple right into the fresh puddle for good measure. A masterstroke of petty villainy, wouldn't you say?