The Bread Clip Target

I stood tall over a plastic bread clip lying near the toaster. Gathering every ounce of spirit in my plush chest, I chanted, 'Ar ar ar many many!' Dropping my voice into a theatrical rumble, I declared, 'I’m a curse person!' Then, with a dramatic shout, I gave the plastic edge a firm stomp. It flipped right over with a brisk clack against the laminate surface, settling upside down without any grand burst. A neat little motion, perfectly sound.