A series of dominoes fall, knocking over a marble that rolls off a ledge, landing on a seesaw that tips downwards, dangling a piece of cheese in front of a gerbil that runs on a hamster wheel, unfurling a roll of toilet paper into a trash can, leaving an empty cardboard tube in the bathroom that you’ll have to replace even though you weren’t the person who used it up.
A slinky travels down a flight of stairs, landing on a mousetrap which triggers and flings crumbs of dirt across the room, attracting a Roomba tied to a key, whose movement winds up one of those chattering teeth toys, which eats your lunch despite the fact that you hid it in the back of the office refrigerator and clearly wrote your name on the paper bag.
A slingshot launches a rock which penetrates the tank of a water cooler, causing water to slowly leak out and drip on a sponge which eventually becomes heavy enough to weigh down a lever, raising up a pair of scissors which sever a string, releasing a pendulum that swings out and presses the door close button in an elevator even though the people inside can see you running towards it.
A magnifying glass focuses sunlight until it ignites a matchstick, lighting a fire on the burner of a gas-powered stove, boiling a pot of water whose steam inflates a balloon that flies into the air, raising a flag that successfully hails a taxi half a block up the street from the corner where you’ve been waiting for a cab for at least 20 minutes.
A toaster overheats, triggering the sprinkler system on the ceiling, filling up a bucket that overflows and pours out onto a water wheel which rotates and powers up an oscillating fan, blowing a paper airplane that glides off a ledge and gently taps a wooden drinking bird novelty toy which bends over and clicks a computer mouse, posting photos to Facebook of a party that your friends threw last night but conveniently forgot to invite you to.
A magnet repels a metallic ball bearing which rolls down a chute and falls through a funnel, landing on the “play” button of a record player whose spinning turntable is tied to the knob of a remote control, which twists and drives an electric toy car into the base of a birdcage, waking up a sleeping parrot which mispronounces your name even though you’ve worked here for two years and corrected him dozens of times and this is obviously some kind of long-running mind game meant to make you feel anxious and inferior, causing you to reflect on the long chain reaction of decisions you’ve made in your life which have led to you working in a cubicle instead of following your childhood dreams.
Which leaves you no choice but to passive-aggressively leave empty toilet paper rolls in the office bathroom.