"Oh no," deadpans Bunny, crouched on top of a balance-beam thin pipe a few feet over Mac's head. "Don't tell security! I'd hate to get in trouble for stealing your stolen stuff."

He can't even finish the sentence without devolving into snickers.

"Hey tell you what, if you can jump, you can have it back." He dangles the sack of staplers, still crouching, because frankly he's not sure Mac can jump at all.