Victor from his office: What was that noise?
me: I BROKE A FINGER.
Victor (still from his office): What?
me: I WAS REARRANGING THE BOOKSHELF AND I BROKE A FINGER.
Victor: You what??
me: I BROKE A FINGER. AND THEN IT ROLLED UNDER THE DESK AND NOW I CAN’T FIND IT.
Victor: *confused silence*
me: IT WASN’T MY FINGER.
Victor: *see above*
me: IT WAS A DEMON FINGER.
Victor: *closes the door to his office*