The pads of her fingers were feeling numb. It was hard to feel the pins jigging there merry dance up and down under her orchestration with the paperclips. She gritted her teeth in concentration and stopped blinking. She stopped breathing. And she broke the clips. A small snap was heard followed by a grunt of frustration.
Fuck! Fucking fuck fuck! Great! Now she'd fucked up! Ruined the lock--oh no, wait, she could still pull the little sliver of metal out. She hadn't fucked them all over, just her own chance at doing something useful.
Carefully she pried the piece of metal out and then stood up, motioning violently towards the door.
"There's a potato famine. Your show."
Nerp, nerp