This is a cardboard DJ booth for a cat with destructive hobbies and no booked gigs. I hate that scratching the furniture now feels less professional.
A furious little figure that steams inside your microwave. It is judgment in a dress, and yes, the splatter situation has become personal.
A tiny dumpster for pens and flame-shaped notes. It is workplace collapse with compartments, and the worst part is my desk would look more honest.
A tiny robot finger that presses buttons you cannot be bothered to press. It is peak human decline, and unfortunately I have several buttons in mind.
This is a soup ladle pretending to surface from a pot. It is deeply unserious, and somehow my stew does need more folklore.