Who Me?

Ah, this is perilously close to the edge.  Hard not to take advantage here.  It’s practically begging me to knock it over.

What?  Who me?  No, I wasn’t going to knock your laptop over.

Taking a Break From World Destruction

The business of knocking over and breaking things, and ripping up things, and killing little things is so tiring.  One must sit around and do nothing in order to regain one’s strength. There’s also the ever-important plotting part.  One must never neglect this task.  A well thought-out plot of evil today turns tomorrow’s knocked-over vase from something run of the mill into something genius, like a vase knocked over and onto the keyboard, while Stacy is holding a hot cup of coffee.