Light Fingers 4

At one of my jobs, the company made every employee sit through a two hour talk about the cost of workplace thiefery. Afterwords, I started saving rubber bands off the asparagus. We wasted so much there I thought it ironic.

This I named my retirment ball. My plan was to save enough rubber bands to start my own tourist attraction and charge admission. When I got mad and walked off my job, I took my retirment ball with me. Forgot my expensive knives, but remembered my ball.

It has grown to shocking perportions.

And has brain sucking powers.