You had lost yourself in an IKEA, wandering around aimlessly around the giant aisles of more and more useless furniture and poorly set tiny living spaces as you suddenly heard curses from somewhere to your left. Suddenly feeling hopeful once more, you followed the curses and could slowly discern them to be spoken in Russian. Finally, you rounded a corner and found yourself in an aisle with a red-eyed worker drone, seemingly enraged and pointing at a poster advertising the IKEA Huvudroll meatballs, cursing it out relentlessly.

"ПРОКЛЯТЫЕ ШВЕДСКИЕ УБЛЮДКИ... ОТДАВАЙТЕ фрикадельки ПРЯМО СЕЙЧАС, ИЛИ Я ОТПРАВЛЮ ВАС ВСЕХ К ЧЕРТУ!"

The drone exclaimed wildly before ripping its own heart out of its chest and flinging it at the poster. The heart ricocheted off of the poster and bounced back into the drone's body, which caused the drone to contract an even worse temper.