Countertop Bowling

Staring at the same kitchen wall after lunch was starting to feel suspiciously like studying, which had to be stopped immediately. Getting up to explore sounded like voluntary exercise, so I stayed glued to my clothespin lounger. Sitting right by my feet were three clean metal condiment ramekins and an empty paper muffin cup. I flipped the paper cup upside down, stuck my plastic cocktail sword under its pleated base, and used the blade as a springboard to fling an abandoned dry coffee bean across the stainless steel. It struck the front ramekin with a crisp metallic clang, ricocheted into the other two, and sent all three spinning like miniature bumper cars. Perfect strike, zero footsteps logged.