“And here’s the dungeon. Though a medieval dungeon would be a marked improvement over this place. Yes, it’s clinical and it’s grim. But the severity is necessary to properly torture each newly elected ruler here. We’ve advanced our techniques so that it’s over in a few days, only. The brain is maxed out by then. After some basic medical healing, the post-trauma monarch signs a waiver legally binding itself to suicide should it ever order any torture for anyone else, enemies on other planets included.”
They proceeded to the next hall.
“In this next wing, we see a most impressive collection. Generations of regalia… oh, pardon me. Of course after the document is signed, we erase the king’s memory of the trauma so that we don’t create a monster, haha. Somehow that point always nearly eludes me.”