somewhere, between the grey padded walls of the fifth floor...

-Martin, I have something to confess.

-What is it?

-This morning before you got here, I had bad coffee breath so I went into your drawer and took one of your professional mints.

-That’s ok, they’re there for the taking. No need to confess.

-Are you sure? I mean, you are missing an opportunity for cube domination here.

-What do you mean?

-I mean, you could say “That’s really not OK” and use the opportunity to exert power over me.

-Why would I do that?

-For your own personal enjoyment.

-I wouldn’t enjoy that.