EP 36 - Mandela Effects, Tripping Balls, and Giving The Military Swords

If you're reading this help me. I'm locked underneath their studio. Cross captured me at the beginning of the pandemic and Chase has been keeping me alive with rations sent down a laundry shoot. Yesterday we had chili. Every day Rob comes to the entrance of the door and sings Eric Clapton's Layla, it's the only thing I can look forward to. Today he said that if I want to hear my song I have to sing him one and proceeded to light fireworks around me. There are no windows, no doors, no fresh air. I'm afraid I won't make it much longer. Please send help urgently. Everyday is a living hell.