Things were, in fact, looking not so bad.
Until some kind of frickin' poltergeist or something came through in the all-too-brief time I wasn't here and magically ectoplasmed my stuff to my desk. Well, either that, or some JERKOFF glued it down. I wonder which it could be....
Also, my lamp looks like a pixie pissed all over it.
I'm getting the fingerprinting kit. Someone will RUE the day. It's not that I'm a humorless dweeb. This sort of thing is quite funny - when I do it, that is.
I'm about to pull rank on a junior detective and swap desks. I'm lookin' at YOU, Stapler-boy.