A/N: I don't own anything. Well maybe the writing but the characters or songs. Nope not a one.
"I'm flummoxed," Booth said.
"About what?" Brennan asked.
"Well, over the past few months, we've had a woman who was hit in the head by a stapler, a man who got stabbed in the neck with scissors, an elderly couple hacked up with the blade of one of those paper cutters, a woman who was strangled with a phone cord, and the guy who we found at the bottom of the vat in the White-Out factory where he worked."
"So you're flummoxed because all of those cases involved office supplies?" she asked. "In most passion crimes, the killer uses whatever weapons are available and we've had a string of office related murders."
"I've got a theory," Hodgins said as Booth rolled his eyes. "Staples and Office Max are secretly in cahoots developing James Bond style weapons made out of office equipment that they'll sell to despots in third world countries."
"That is completely unfounded," Brennan said.
"Oh yeah," Hodgins said. "How about that Easy Button, huh? We see the commercials where someone pushes it and then office supplies rain from the sky. I'm telling you, they've developed worm hole technologies and they're not afraid to use them."
"How much coffee have you had?" Booth asked.
"Enough," Hodgins said. "And don't even get me started on the evil that is Starbucks."