He'd been a bad boy; a very bad boy. They needed to sort out his behaviour before it got out of hand.
First, they'd tried giving him a good telling off, but he'd just ignored them. Then they'd tried fining him. They'd even tried locking him in a small room for ever-increasing lengths of time. Nothing had worked, in fact his behaviour seemed to have got worse as each day passed. There was only one thing left to do. He had to go on the naughty seat.
The naughty seat always worked. Two thousand volts always sorted out their nonsense.