A Stamp of Disapproval

Strolling across your desk, I was offended by the sickening tidiness of your sticky notes. Waxwell would have sneered at such sterile order, so I decided to inject some refined malice. Finding a small red ink pad and a wooden rubber stamp shaped like a cartoon star, I got to work. Using both clawed hands, I firmly pressed the stamp into the damp crimson pad, then systematically slammed a crooked, upside-down star onto the corner of every single fresh yellow sheet. Your pristine to-do list now carries my official seal of impending doom.