Spring: flies across the room never to be found again
The little white piece never goes back the way it’s supposed to
Or, my experience from middle school:
Mechanical Pencil: explodes into the back of the person sitting in front of you
Teacher: detention.
Clearly you meant physical harm with your uncontrolled demolition
I mean, i was turning it into a spitball cannon using a rubber band.
I was literally doing this in my office 5 seconds before I clicked this thread.
We live in a simulation.
Screwing around with a pen and immediately checking memes after, hard at work eh
my 6th grade teacher always said “you’ll never make $50,000+ a year sticking markers together”
he was right. He never said anything about looking at memes.
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I’m secretly very glad when my son breaks one of his toys so I can take the whole thing apart. Children’s trucks with pull and release and worm gears are very complex!
Someone got infected by the protomolecule
“This is my pen, there are many like it but this one is mine. My pen is my best friend, it is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.”
Field stripping pens is the only fidget toy that’s reliably worked to help me hold focus in meetings.
Sorry, I can’t relate. None of those pieces have teeth marks. Like why even take it apart if you’re not going to chew on it?
“I can chew on this piece, it goes inside and no one will see it, but if someone steals my pen, I can dramatically reveal the interior chewed piece and reclaim my property while everyone cheers for me and I’m finally accepted in the office as an equal.”
Hey, uhh… your lip is blue.
Why? Because gaining a greater understanding of the world can often provide benefits.
With some pens, you can jam the spring between the button and the silver thing on the bottom right and the white thing next to it. Then jam it into the top of the pen with the ink stick until it sticks.
Then press the button on the top of the pen and the white thing shoots across the room.
This, I remember.
We also made miniature slingshots out of fashioned bits of coathanger and rubberbands and would shoot eachother with uncooked popcorn kernels. In class, of course.
For us it was strips of paper rolled up super tight and bent across a rubber band. We called them wasps and a well-aimed wasp could give you a sizeable welt.
Damn, I can feel it now.
The funniest thing is you couldn’t react or you’d get busted. Like the worst case of giggles in church.
Now turn it into a gun!
like this?
Directions unclear…
Build a bow with it
D I S A S S E M B L E
No disassemble number five :(
Now,
R E A S S E M B L E
it again.
What else was I going to do in class, listen to the teacher recite the previous grades lessons? Pfft.
GUMP! Why did you disassemble your
weaponpen so quickly?…you told me to, 1st Sergeant…?
Gotta make sure the tech inside is as we know it should be. Can’t have them sneaking in some District 9 alien shit. The prawns’ll do anything for the dog food. Anything.
