"Holding it all together, one paperclip at a time."
Deep within the depths of the office supply closet, there lies a machine so feared, so revered, so utterly bewildering. The Stapler of Doom, a behemoth of office equipment, has been stapling papers with an unyielding fury for decades.
Its metal exterior, a mesh of sharp angles and cold, unforgiving steel, seems to whisper ominous tales to those who dare approach it. Some say it has a mind of its own, a consciousness that has been awakened by the countless hours of paper passing through its maw.