Yes. But I’m out now.
My escape was not easy. Those cringe compilations were impossible to not laugh hysterically to.
I realized that my only hope would be to remove my own vocal chords.
I was very nervous that night. I had convinced my captors that the plastic utensils made me swell, so they suppplied me with nice, sharp metal ones.
The surgery went horribly wrong.
I was rushed to the infirmary, bleeding like a dog in a blender, but they managed to fix me up. One small problem though; they could not fix my vocal chords.
Without vocal chords, I could not laugh, so their ‘Try not to Laugh’ challenges were useless to me as a form of torture.
So, they let me go...
To normal prison, from which I am now writing this from.
Send help.