Like vultures

At the office my new digs were sparce. I did not even have a pen, let alone the coveted swingline. Sad, I know. Good news; the guy in the cube down the row was fired. As you can guess, like a vulture I waited for the office to clear and then extended my talons. Like a vulture my prey does not move. I now have a stapler, a tape dispencer, and a tray full of pens. Thus is the circle of office life.