I believe that IKEA is a front to sell mashed potato and meatballs. They just happen to sell assembly furniture on the side. The furniture are man-sized puzzles made out of wood. Just picture it as a Kinder Surprise in a box without the chocolate. On many afternoons my fingers were blistered as I slaved hours to put together at times wobbly units that shelter my books and music collection. I do not have to worry anymore, there is help on the way. They created a robot that assembles IKEA furniture. You can kiss good-bye that Allen key. Happy days are here again. I just need now to program the robot to cut the grass and do the snow in winter time.
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