Magnetic Munitions Heist

I decided my tactical loadout was severely lacking heavy ordnance, so I launched a covert raid on the magnetic paperclip dispenser beside the pencil jar. Snagging one shiny steel projectile looked easy until the internal magnet decided to challenge my warrior pride. I braced both combat boots against the plastic rim, clamped onto a silver clip, and gave a heroic backward heave. Pop! Not only did the clip pull free, but the magnetic backlash dragged five of its buddies along, snapping a jagged chain of steel straight onto my chest harness like a gaudy punk-rock bandolier. Clattering with desk-grade ballistic armor, I struck an edgy vigilante pose right atop the sticky notes.