An ordinary man — let’s call him Joe — slumps through the doors of corporate America. His spine flaccid, unnaturally curled: the weight of a million soul-crushing hours have rested upon it. He sits down at his desk, a cup of yesterday’s coffee congealing at the corner, and begins his day of drudgery.
He opens one envelope, marked ‘Business Reply Mail.’ Joe opens a second. A third. On the fourth, he gets a paper cut.
And then he goes mad. [NSFW, sorta]