Every time you open your mouth to speak, goat noises come out. People assume you're hungry like a goat and stuff grass and hay in your mouth. Occasionally, their shoes. Forever.
Take away all chairs. Hair or any kind of headwear you can think of doesn't exist. Everything is done while standing. Lying down is not even a concept. Forever.
You can only eat roses and you have a servant who makes you rose flavored tea every day, but they make tea very badly. You have no choice to eat roses and drink badly prepared tea.
Your face becomes your ass and your ass becomes your face, at random times of the day, in random situations, for random lengths of time and everything is real--actual people's reactions, realizations, life feels real.... FOREVER.
You lose the ability to block, not answer or hang up on cold callers. You have to pick up every call and stay on the line until they choose to hang up. Plus, dark chocolate is no longer a thing. Milk chocolate only and it’s like 12% cocoa.
You're woken up in early morning because you're cold—hundreds of gonks have pullled off your cover and are trying to eat you, rapidly grabbing onto you, jumping onto you and starting to gnaw on you everywhere with their soft fabric teeth... But you don't know it's harmless, so you're fucking terrified out of your mind and scream as loud as you can... The door bursts open and an avalanche of gonks rolls in to join the rest... More climb in through the windows... Until the room is so full of terrifying gonks... This repeats every ten minutes. Forever.
Your ass falls off and another face grows in place. You have control of both, but you ALWAYS select the wrong end for wrong things. Always. Every time.