Drifting on Rubber

I spotted the optical mouse parked like a stealth tank on the giant neoprene pad. Naturally, an operative of my caliber needs a mobile assault vehicle. I sprinted, grabbed the slick curved flank of the mouse with both hands, and leaned my entire body weight into a sharp drift across the pad. The red tracking sensor underneath flared like an engine backfire! The cursor on the monitor spun into hyperspace, and I slid halfway into a stack of clear acrylic tape rolls before sticking the landing on one knee. Maximum effort, zero brake control.