Take that, you fiend!

Prad obviously didn't get the hint yesterday, when I kidnapped his pot plant (a solar-powered toy) and left a ransom note, in revenge for a spoof text he sent me on Monday.

Today was time for more extreme counter-measures, e.g. fiddling with his chair, dumping some of the stuff on his desk into the bin, disconnecting his keyboard (I would have connected it to another system if the cable was long enough) and hiding his beloved plant pot somewhere in his desk.

We're going out for lunch tomorrow, so he'll probably poison me.