ummm, I like, couldn't help it?

There's a shiny, transparent blue plastic stapler right in front of me. Next to it is a bright green soda can, standing tall and disinterested. There in an excessively long mouse cord nearby, snaked dangerously close to the stapler's mouth. I'd imagine that if it gets too close, something could go terribly wrong. What if that mouse's tail gets too brave? What if it says something mean to the stapler? Will the shark-like biting take over, or will Little Blue be able to control himself? And what if the mouse tail tickled the stapler's lips and he couldn't help but clamp down by accident?
The shark has see-through skin, and inside of him lays a great maze of mechanisms. He might not know what it's like to love, but he knows he sure is fond of biting. His skin is cool blue; his teeth are dispensable metal slivers, expendable... he does not consider it wasteful to chomp away at whatever's presented to him. He has no mercy. Unlike his distant relative, the automatic stapler, he does need some assistance. But not in his head; to him, it's all a choice. He simply tells the human hand to slam down upon him, and he lets the hand know that he enjoys the pain. For in the cold blow he is dealt, he can turn and deal a cold blow of his own. Justice? No. Our friend the stapler is no martyr, either. But believe me, if it comes down to black and white, this blue stapler is a harsh, heartless biting machine.