You’re stuck in a padded cell in the Funhouse. It’s a makeshift cell. You’ve been stuck here for a week. You’re tied to wall, unable to move. As a test subject. The tests are for intelligence. Nothing crazy. Puzzles, word crossing and even scrabble. You wish to leave, but it’s guarded by a pack of mini-critters. They chew on your shoes to pass time.

The sound of a door opening is heard. Bubba walks in with a tray of food.

“Dinner time”