Slave: "Master, what is all the fuss about? It is 3 o'clock in the morning."
Master: "I'll tell you what the fuss is about. See this jail cell that you have me in?"
Slave: "That would be your crib."
Master: "Yes, well this 'crib' that you have me in looks like a jail cell. And I have started to move around in the night trying to unsuccessfully release myself from your swaddle. But I can only move one way, which is to the left. And now, at 3 o'clock in the morning my face is smashed up against the bars and I am unable to rotate further."
Slave: "My apologies master, soft cushions to prevent this from happening are no longer allowed."
Master: "If I had been born 30 years ago my face wouldn't be pushed up against the cage. It would be pushed up against a nice soft fluffy pillow. Silly governement recommendations and regulations."
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