Smash it against the floor.

Inga took the clock high up and threw it onto the floor with raging ****. Those who waste her time are punished. This is what happens. Fuck you, clock.

It was very loud. Definitely heard in any corner of the hall. The splinters flew all around the floor, but they were not those of the clock, but of the tile. The tile was feeling much worse than the clock, with the latter only getting some cracks of its plastic casing. Doesn't it suck being fragile like that? Fuck you, tile.