Do you find it difficult to maintain a comfortable amount of personal space around you on the city's crowded subway trains? Do you ever think that if one more person touches your hand on the subway pole or presses their arm against your face you're just going to fucking lose it? During the rush to work every morning do you start to fantasize wildly disproportionate reactions to the suffocating system we squeeze in to each day? Does it reach Michael Douglas in Falling Down levels? Then this spiked suit of armor is probably something that you would purchase, and eventually get stabbed for wearing. [via Reddit]