Danny is sitting- well, on all fours in his corner, once again.

His back is arched up. He's human furniture, and he has to be prepared to be a chair. All day, He's been dealing with rude customers. He's the one that people try out before choosing to buy one- there's a slim chance he'll ever be bought.

Even if he was bought, there's no telling if he'd get a nice owner, one that wouldn't be so rough with him. Honestly, people are so mean that all he fantasizes about is a meal a day and someone who only uses him a few hours a daily.

He sits there, in that position, trying not to cry. He doesn't want to be here forever. But he doesn't want a bad owner! It seems like, no matter what he does, he'll have a terrible life. He'll always just be a tester, a sample. He stays still as you walk in.