The person who designed our conference room chairs was a distant relative of the Marquis de Sade, I'm sure of it. The poor mousy-looking middle aged furniture designer probably has no idea why he dreams of torch-lit dungeons and intricate devices of toruture, or why he longingly desires to slap his co-workers for fun. No, his genetic hard-wiring for punishment is buried far deep below his conscious brain, manifesting itself subconsciously only when he works. Specifically when he designs conference room chairs.
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