  I've done it! Valiant sortie from my desk to the kitchenette, waving my hole-puncher menacingly. "Get away! You brutes! That's not for you! Get away! No! Not the salmon pate... go on, go back to your corners. That basket of goodies is for next door. I shall spritz you with water next time. " They trot off, looking at me with big sad eyes. Naughty little Engineers. 
