The fight for world domination is over, and it's left your desk looking war torn. A cluttered workspace is an unproductive workspace, so it's time to get things cleaned up so you can get to work.
Mummy Mike was a casualty of war. He's all bandaged up in your rubber bands, crawling across your desk trying to make it to the safety of your top drawer.
He writhes in pain and rolls over, but never frees himself from his bands. Until you need one that is.
Bob, the new intern in the office, finally brought you that latte you asked him to bring you forever ago.
Rummaging through the debris, you pull out Splat Stan. He might have been crushed by the opposition, but he's still willing to support your coffee habit.
It's said that conflict separates the men from the boys, and this battle was no exception.
Stress Paul found refuge behind your monitor. Like the coward he is, he huddled there in the fetal position until you defeated the robot.
But it's okay. You make him relive the stress of battle every time you pick him up and give him a squeeze.