Just sitting there on the ground with a giant ball strapped tightly in my mouth, elbows cinched together and the clovers dangling from my nipples is enough to keep me uncomfortable. All I can do is suffer until Martin unbuckles all the belts around my body that have me crying. Then he stands me up, straps a leather belt around my neck and chain me to the ceiling until the end of the show... but first, not without taking a few shots at me with the bamboo cane!