The Great Toothpick Siege

Spearing coffee beans got old fast, so I marched straight past the patio planter toward the real world! Lodged right in the rubber groove of an abandoned bus pass was a pristine round wooden toothpick. Elite tactical spear acquired! I jammed my flosser pick into my harness beside the brass key, gripped this new timber javelin with both hands, and charged a discarded red plastic bottle cap sitting upside down on the curb. With a theatrical war cry, I vaulted off a pebble and planted the sharp tip right into the soft plastic seal! The cap flipped into the air like a stunned UFO, clattering down across the curb stones. Bullseye, baby!