I used to work in an office space with an independent contractor whose schtick was that he was a genius. The affectations around his genius-ness included casually bringing up Mensa meetings, dropping magazines like Foreign Affairs and academic journals around the office, and his fucking keyboard.

The keyboard had custom switches that were very loud. And he typed fast - it was like living on a gun range. Everyone in the office probably would have chipped in for a hitman, but alas, the CTO, whose office had a solid door, was “inspired” that the mechanical feedback helped fuel inspiration in boy wonder.

Had we thought of the security risks of the keyboard, I would have brought good scotch to the infosec dude while expressing my concerns.