I took my everyday weapon of choice, my trusty pork sword and backed it up with my personal body guard who packs a pair of these:
I checked the staff canteen menu for tomorrow... and will bring in a couple of cheese sandwiches... in case the pheasants are revolting.
I had to work in our disgusting Crawly office again today. All the way up this morning I was wondering what I had done in my life to deserve such a sad and miserable lump of 70's stinking concrete as my 9-5 abode.....
Sadly I had no weapon with me except those produced by my own body...at 1pm I decided I had been there long enough an longed to return to boring Goring so I dropped the only weapon I knew how and left...
I hope the smell of last nights lamb roast with garlic mash got up their noses ALL afternoon... ha!
I've brought my racing pigeons in with me this morning.
I'm planning on a military COO.
I'd call those a weapon of mass distraction.