Inanimate Empathy...

Woah, woah, he is just made out of plasticine. He doesn't breath, doesn't need air, water or food. You wouldn't think it the amount of people that commented on how cruel it was of me to put him in a jar. There was even talk of breaking him out after I left for the night.

He's just trying perform his art installation. Contribute something to the culture of the office. It's called 'Jarred'.