A Better Target

Heard you. If that last play wasn't your favorite, we dial up something sharper. I scouted the north rim of the desk tonight. Found an odd green rubber band looped around a metal ruler. Stretched it back with both hands, locked my posture down, and loaded a folded paper triangle right into the center notch. Quick read on the crosswind from the laptop fan. Three, two, one—release. The projectile zipped high, sliced clean through the air, and dropped dead-center into the hollow core of a scotch tape roll. Nothing sloppy. Pure target practice.