Pass Me The Gin

The Boss : "Pass me your photocopier."

Here's me : "Wha?"

The Boss : "Your photo... co.. your... wa... spiker."

Here's me : "My wha?"

The Boss : "Your stapler."

Shaking my head sadly, I do so. I am now watching The Boss apparently trying to insert my stapler into the paper feed of the photocopier. I have no fucking idea what's going on and I don't intend to find out if I can help it.