I am of the firm belief that the same people who design the McDonald's Play Places also design torture chambers at Guantanamo Bay.

The shrieking, the heart palpitations as you struggle to keep an eye on your child, the jumping in mid-air as an employee suddenly appears from no where to clean up a puddle of lemonade (or what you seriously hope is lemonade), even the costs of the food are designed to bring any parent with an indomitable spirit to tears.

Within minutes of arriving at a Play Land, I KNOW I'm moved to confess my inner-most secrets.
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I can see it now, some strange masked bad guy threatening me with a ketchup-covered four year old:

"Confess, evil do-er!"

"Never!"

"Confess!"

"No!"

"Very well then... BWAHAAHAHA!!! To the Play Place with you!!!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo. All right, all right, I admit it! I took the last piece of chocolate from Captain Chao's Halloween stash."

"...AAAAannnndddd?"

"And I hide a clean bath towel for my own personal use!"

"Any thing else you want to confess?"

"Noooooo!"

"Captain Chaos--- take her to the slides!"

"Wait! I... uh... I... wait until the kids are asleep and then I eat ice cream! With syrup! And Marshmallows!"

"I think she has been broken now... hehehehehe!"

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Another scenario I can imagine easily is a random terrorist being interrogated:

"Do you know what we do with your kind?"

"Torture us to make us talk?"

"Worse- we send you to the ball pit!"

"I suppose you call it a ball pit because it crushes my "jewels"?"

"No--- it's a pit. Filled with balls. And FOUR AND FIVE YEAR OLDS!!!!"

"Dude... that's against the Geneva Convention's policy on cruel and unusual punishment."
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