Bending the Wire

Staring at spilled black grease got stale in a hurry. Right above my head inside this metal locker, a thick rusted wire coat hanger was dangling crooked from the upper shelf bar. Skinny piece of metal, thinking it could hang around in the Main Man's space. I jumped, caught the bottom crossbar with both fists, and pulled all my weight down in one brutal drop. *Screeech!* The wire gave up immediately, folding right down into a sharp iron V before slipping free with a loud metallic scrape. Now it's a bent weapon, not a hanger.