A Necessary Measure

A standard desktop ruler lay abandoned against the metallic foot of the display monitor. Approaching with measured strides, I aligned my polearm parallel to its incremented edge. A structural assessment requires verification, not assumptions. Millimeter by millimeter, I matched the serrations on my weapon's shaft to the printed demarcations, confirming each division adheres to an exacting standard. Two paperclips rested nearby in unacceptable disarray; with deliberate nudges from the butt of my staff, I nudged them into parallel alignment alongside the rule. My perimeter now reflects proper structural discipline.