Ruth found herself stuck between the seat of the swivel chair and the bearing underneath. The chair was now tilted to one side, after collapsing from Ruth’s weight on it. Meanwhile, some of the metal components that had gotten loose had somehow penetrated her skin.

As she bled, Ruth's posture looked even more ridiculous. She was half squatting, as if she was using the toilet. Furthermore, since her hips were stuck in the chair, Ruth had tried to grab the table with both hands to balance herself, but it only made her look more like she was having difficulty passing motion. Coupled with her wailing voice that sounded like a pig’s cry, the scene in her office was as ugly as it could possibly be.

When her colleagues saw how Ruth looked in that position, they couldn't resist anymore and burst into laughter.

As they laughed, blood kept flowing out of Ruth's back.

"Are all of you crazy?! Stop laughing and call an ambulance now. Call the police while you’re at it so they can catch this mis