You pick up the round wall clock.
There isn't much else to say about this item. It's a wall clock, with a slick glass surface, a faintly ticking face clicking its tongue back at you, a black and cold rim around the edge... You pause, blinking back at the face you see in the wall clock. The sight makes you feel really nauseous as it continues to cluck its tongue, in rhythm with the seconds hand on it.
...You decide to pick a different weapon.