NOT MY DESK

Underneath, and boy did I get dusty knees taking this. Perhaps, instead of a duster, I should have taken a fire extinguisher. This is not my desk; though on reflection I may get the feather duster out tomorrow. High tech, high blast, high obliteration.

Slightly worried about the black boots, can't remember anyone working here who wore them, perhaps they were blasted into space during the last power surge.