Seen at Mike's 3

When shit really breaks down - I mean, like Slapstick-style - and Brian Duresko emerges anew as some entity like "The Archduke of Minnesota," complete with minions and slaves and complete and utter brutal control of all he surveys...well, let's just hope this chair arrives to his palace beforehand.  Because who wouldn't want to live in abject terror all the time in some godforsaken ailanthus-choked lawless* wilderness knowing that what little authority there is sent forth from THIS chair?