I coat you in the sweetest substance on Earth, then kick you into a pit of cats. Their rough tongues eventually rip your flesh right off of your entire body, and you bleed to a painful death, surrounded by felines.
Put you inside a sloth costume with the hands and feet of it tied together so you can hang effortlessly on a pole attached to a balcony in a busy street, feeding you donuts on a stick through a little face hole until you get so fat the stitching comes undone.
Create "The Human Newspaper" out of you. This ofcourse includes being sent through the printing press and being crushed, repeatedly by the machine. Should be a laugh.
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