Lucas' finger looks as though it has been attacked by a mini-vampire

I'm having an alright sort of day. Lucas and Tony are both in so I'm not lonely, and my job for today is write an article for the Big Red Fleet (The Big Red Feet, according to Lucas, who drew a new logo for it and everything) which I quite enjoy doing. Tomorrow I'm not so happy about as I have to take Tony's place at a meeting in Hythe for 6.30 am ... 6.30 - AM! Half past six in the morning! Six and a half hours after midnight! However I phrase it doesn't make it sound any more appealing. And 6.30am is when I have to be there, when I have to arrive, to walk through the door, which means I have to be out of my house in Folkestone for 6.10am, which means I have to get up around 5. 5am! What's the point of going to bed?!
Anyway. Today Lucas isn't very happy and I will happily tell you why. We were all queuing for lunch in the cafe downstairs when Lucas says, somewhat absentmindedly,
"Ow."
Being an intrinsically nosy person I query his quiet exclamation. He explains,
"I was a bit bored earlier so I thought I'd staple my finger to see what happened."
"And what happened?" I ask, a bit disbelievingly.
"It quite hurt, actually."
Tony fixes him with a prosaic expression.
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
I agree, and we order our lunch.

We get back to the office and Lucas thoughtfully looks at the stapler, as though wondering if it would hurt a second time. It's only a matter of time until he tries again. I leave him to it.