Recalling from your earlier experiences in the day that violence isn't the answer, you sit down at your computer and begin furiously typing a mass email to the station population.
Dear south pole -- someone stole my Nutella, and that makes me very displeased. You scratch your head and wonder if there's any argument you can use to your advantage, like the guy who lost one of his socks. Unfortunately, bread and knives are both available in the galley, so it looks like there's nothing you can leverage in this case.
If you find it, please return it. Otherwise, I will eat you. dB |