when i don't do my work in a timely manner, They bind my hands behind my back and make me spit shine these nitrogen tanks with my nose. it's actually pretty gratifying except for when my hair gets caught in the valve handles.
when They tire of making me shine the tanks, they make me hold a computer screen above my head and walk back and forth up this hallway that houses machinery and important gas lines for the research center. if it's a bad day, They make me chant "computers are good, excel is great, when i grow up, i want to be smarter than a grape." one day i'm hoping a monkey will come out of one of the little rooms to keep me company.