how i work

A couple of weeks ago my ex showed up with an odd bit of bubble-wrappish stuff. She said "A new toner cartridge came it, and it looked like the weird sort of thing you'd want lying around just in case...in case of god knows what."

 

Then one morning I was sitting at the kitchen table staring at my recalcitrant laptop which was refusing to translate the amazing thoughts in my head into actual words, and I saw the morning light come through the window, and I thought "Aha...this calls for a translucent toner cartridge sarcophagus."

 

That's how I work.

Done