Live a life where all your hopes and dreams come true. You’re rich, famous, and married to a beautiful woman with a darling family…but your socks are always wet. Maybe not all the way through every time, but day in and day out they are wet in some way, shape, or form. You can never take them off and they never dry.
Be locked in a room and forced to watch the Twilight Saga, on repeat, Clock Work Orange style. There’s also a midget in there with you and his only job is to constantly flick you in the nut sack (or for the ladies let’s say a light slap on the tit, and they feel like you’re on your period). Not hard enough that alone the abuse would cause damage or intense pain, but over time your brain says “enough is enough” and it cuts off the blood flow. After that the only break you’ll get from the teenage drivel on the TV will be the image of your balls, or boobs, slowly melting away; not unlike your sanity. Only then, once your body and mind have been damaged beyond repair do they release you to live what’s left of your life, haunted by what’s been done to you.
I don’t know about anyone else but I say fire up the blu-ray and let’s get started.