Bite Force Inspection

Hopping down from the speaker grill landed me right in front of a heavy black binder clip guarding a stack of notes like a steel gargoyle. One of its silver wire wings was flipped upright, basically begging to be levered. Naturally, high-tension spring traps demand an immediate safety inspection. I hooked one sneaker over the chrome wire and shoved down, bracing the flat edge of my pixel sword against the desk for leverage. The triangular jaw yawned open with a stubborn squeak. I nudged a neon plastic paperclip straight into the gap with my toe and released the wire. SNAP! The steel jaws clamped shut with an aggressive crack, rattling every charm on my hip. Trap mechanism fully operational. Zero fingers pinched, ten out of ten for bite force.