Seven Days in a Soundproof White Room: Jimmy's Solitary Confinement Challenge
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Jimmy (MrBeast) set out to spend 168 hours, seven full days, alone in a soundproof white room with no human contact and almost nothing to do. The video follows how Jimmy's sense of time, mood, and behavior changed over that week. A doctor watched from outside, with the job of pulling Jimmy out if the isolation began to cause real psychological harm. By the end, the video frames the experiment as the hardest thing the team had ever put Jimmy through, and Jimmy says the same.
The setup and the warnings
The doctor said they had worked in psychiatric hospitals for 23 years and called this situation "much worse than anything I've ever seen." In the video's framing, anything past about 50 hours in a white room like this can lead to permanent psychological damage, and Jimmy was attempting more than three times that. There was a stated risk of psychosis, in which case the team would have to end the challenge early. The doctor explained the mechanism this way: when the brain has no information coming in, "it generates craziness," including hallucinations and paranoia.
Jimmy had previously spent seven days buried alive. Asked whether this would be much harder, the doctor said yes, because this time Jimmy would have no social contact.
The room held only a bed, a notebook and pen, a refillable water bottle, a toothbrush with toothpaste, a bar of soap, a toilet, and a sink. The set itself was wrapped in metal chains. Early on, Jimmy noted that if it caught fire, they would "probably burn alive before they can unlock it," and then decided to think about something else.
Food without contact, and the first loss of time
Meals came in on a conveyor belt more than 100 feet long, so nobody had to interact with Jimmy. The crew deliberately sent meals at random times so Jimmy couldn't use them to tell the time. At one point they sent breakfast at 6 p.m.
Because the room was soundproof, food could arrive without Jimmy knowing. The first meal sat for about two hours before Jimmy checked the belt. It was cold and soggy, but Jimmy called it awesome and said that after so much deprivation, any sensation felt great. Jimmy also said that, looking back, they should have eaten more before going in.
Time estimates started drifting almost immediately. At what Jimmy guessed was hour 14, the real figure was already two hours off. At a guessed 40 hours, the error had grown to six hours, and the crew put the real time at around 4 p.m. on day two. By the time Jimmy actually ate one of the early meals it was 4:30 in the afternoon, and the food was "freezing cold." Jimmy said they would rather starve than finish it. When the next meal arrived, Jimmy felt that only minutes had passed. Faced with two trays, Jimmy wondered whether the crew had sent extra food out of guilt and had no idea how long the first meal had been sitting there. The doctor pointed to this as early paranoia, something they said could get worse over time.
Inventing stimulation
From the start, Jimmy looked for anything to occupy the mind. At hour nine, Jimmy counted the tiles: 1,900 on the walls, and 2,860 including the ceiling and floor. Jimmy played with a metal plate and remarked that when you take everything away from someone, a plate can be as fun as an iPhone. The doctor was less optimistic. If Jimmy was already reduced to this for basic stimulation, they said, they doubted Jimmy would last seven days, and they predicted agitation driven by boredom. Jimmy called the experience "very dehumanizing."
On day two, Jimmy counted out loud to 1,000. The doctor predicted that as time went on, Jimmy would run out of random things to do. In voiceover, Jimmy concedes the doctor was right, because later on Jimmy "borderline" went insane.
Sleep, light, and the strategy that backfired
Jimmy's main plan was to sleep through as much of the challenge as possible, but the room's bright lights made sleeping difficult. The doctor read the insomnia differently: Jimmy didn't actually need sleep and was trying to "sleep this off and just get it over with." The doctor's advice was to find things that would hold Jimmy's attention while awake. When Jimmy tried climbing the walls, the doctor called it "the natural human urge for freedom" and "regressing to primal instinct."
Jimmy said the sleep strategy did help pass the time but hurt in other ways. One meal sat on the belt for seven hours while Jimmy slept. It was cold and soggy, and Jimmy said they would have given anything to eat the ice cream that came with it. Eventually Jimmy found a workaround for the light by sleeping in the bathroom, where it was darker. Jimmy called this the smartest move of the challenge and slept there for 12 hours.
Boredom without stress
Jimmy noted a change in emotional state. Because the team is usually working on many videos at once, Jimmy said they are normally "incredibly stressed." In the room the stress was mostly gone, but it was replaced by strong anxiety from FOMO, a sense of missing out on everything happening in the world, which Jimmy described as an unfamiliar emotion. Jimmy also remarked on "how hard it is to do nothing," and the boredom became a refrain: "I'm bored. Help."
By hour 65, still far from the 168-hour mark, Jimmy was trying to learn handstands and wishing someone had taught them the basics beforehand. The doctor said Jimmy would have to "invent concepts that only exist in his mind" to avoid intense depression. Jimmy then did exactly that: narrating an imaginary walk in a park with green grass, someone fishing, sunshine, and birds, until something broke the illusion and Jimmy complained, "You've ruined my walk in the park." The crew described it as watching Jimmy "slip into madness."
When a meal of rice, sweet potato, and steak arrived, which Jimmy called the best yet, Jimmy counted every grain of rice before eating: 447.
Drifting a full day, and the hidden-letter meal
Feeling tired, Jimmy guessed it was the night of day five. In fact Jimmy was not even halfway through and was already off by a full day. At the real halfway mark of 84 hours, the crew hid letters in the next meal to "mix it all up" and spell out the elapsed time. Jimmy didn't notice. Jimmy couldn't recall the name of SpaghettiOs, struggled to come up with the word "roll," and kept eating the letters one by one while the crew yelled in frustration. Jimmy briefly wondered whether the letters were meant to spell something, then dismissed the idea.
Hunger that wasn't really hunger
Jimmy reported a massive headache and intense hunger, which the voiceover attributes to the bright lights finally catching up. According to the doctor, Jimmy was getting all the calories needed, but was so understimulated that it felt like starving. Jimmy kept checking the conveyor belt for food over and over.
When a McDonald's bag arrived, Jimmy described the cycle that meals had created: about 20 minutes of "pure happiness," feeling human again and unable to stop smiling, then a wave of depression as soon as the food was gone, because there was nothing left to do. Jimmy said the seconds were blending together, that they had "no earthly idea" what time it was, and that their mind was "slowly deforming into stupidity." Jimmy improvised games from the trash, using the cheeseburger wrapper and the toothbrush cup for basketball, then a baseball pitch that went wrong, and later throwing the indestructible plate from the first meal.
Asking not to be released, and the cameras
On what Jimmy believed was day four, Jimmy told the crew not to let them out early no matter how much they begged, screamed, or pleaded. Jimmy estimated 113 hours had passed, leaving 55, and asked the editor to show viewers the real number.
The doctor expected anger and paranoia to follow, and Jimmy soon fixated on the cameras: "Is a man not allowed to have privacy?" Jimmy counted them one after another and said, "There's so many cameras on me 24/7. I'm going to go insane." Jimmy also floated throwing a camera through the conveyor opening, bowling-style, and ended up hitting their own finger.
Rock bottom
Jimmy then became openly emotional. Jimmy said they had severely underestimated how hard the video would be, teared up thinking about it, said they felt like an animal that had lost all its rights as a human, and described being mentally at "literal rock bottom," calling the situation "very inhumane." Jimmy said they missed their girlfriend and "the gang," "even Nolan." Some of Jimmy's dreams were now about being in the room on day six or seven, only to wake up and realize it was a dream.
Jimmy laid out three reasons for believing 33 hours remained: they had slept five times; they usually go to the bathroom once a day and had done so five times; and the hair on their neck had grown an amount that usually takes about a week. Jimmy said that if it turned out to be only day five, or day four, "I will lose my mind." After dreaming about a past video in which Jimmy counted to 100,000, Jimmy set out to walk 1,000 laps around the room "for old times' sake," then quickly got dizzy and decided a thousand was too many. Watching the footage afterward, Jimmy called it "literally crazy" that they had resorted to walking in circles to stay sane.
Visitors from a past challenge
Karl brought in Bailey and Suzie, two participants from a previous video in which people were trapped together for 100 days. Asked whether this was easier or harder than what they went through, one said that in comparison they would rather have had someone else in there with them. Now that Jimmy was the one in the white cube, the pair took their revenge by sending an empty tray down the conveyor belt. Jimmy guessed immediately that Karl had shown up. Karl then appeared at the opening with food and shouted "Eat this!" while Jimmy protested. The crew noted that this was the most stimulation Jimmy had had in days. Jimmy's verdict: "I probably deserve that."
Sleeping to escape, and a child-like state
Jimmy reflected that if the afterlife were an endless white room like this, it would be miserable. Jimmy described a reversal in which sleep had become the better state: asleep, Jimmy dreamed of the outside world; awake, Jimmy was "depressed and lonely and, to be honest, miserable," so more sleep meant more happiness. Jimmy compared this to the team's earlier seven-day challenges on a raft and buried alive, and said that knowing how hard this would be, they never would have done it. Jimmy called it "torture." Watching the footage, the crew asked whether Jimmy was crying and described Jimmy as acting like a child: napping on the floor, throwing things, throwing tantrums, and getting happy over snacks.
The final 24 hours that Jimmy thought were eight
The cruelest gap came at the end. Jimmy believed about eight hours were left and said "I pray" it was true. Jimmy announced a "last meal," and the crew noted the irony: exactly 24 hours remained. Jimmy tidied the room, admitting that cleaning was just an excuse born of boredom. Jimmy reflected that they had expected the experiment to bring mental clarity and self-knowledge, but all they were walking away with was the skill of throwing things through the conveyor belt door, which Jimmy then promptly missed.
Jimmy insisted there was "no world" in which more than 24 hours remained and said they refused to believe it. To pass the time, Jimmy resumed counting, eventually passing 5,400. Jimmy thought they heard something outside, then repeated "I'm sad" and "I don't want to be here. Get me out of this room." The doctor called what they saw "barely human": Jimmy lying in bed covering their eyes with no excitement, "collapsed into dysfunction." The doctor worried about who would come out of the room. The crew said they had never pushed Jimmy this far, and the doctor told them to be gentle, "like a little kid waking up from a nap."
Getting out
The crew counted down from ten while Jimmy scrambled to put pants on. Once out, Jimmy said they felt lightheaded and, in voiceover, admitted to having "kind of forgot how to interact with humans" after the challenge. Simply not staring into a bright light was a relief; even an ordinary ceiling seemed "awesome." Jimmy said they had come to believe they would be stuck at "24 hours" forever. Jimmy asked to go outside to see the sun, only to find it was already dark, and said it was still nice to see the outside world.
I'm going to attempt to spend the next seven days in solitary confinement.
Seal me up. Bye, Jimmy. Hopefully I don't go insane.
For the next seven days, I have to survive in this soundproof white room with zero human contact and zero stimulation. And because this is actually psychologically dangerous, the most important thing is the doctor outside making sure I don't go insane.
I worked in psych hospitals for 23 years, and this is much worse than anything I've ever seen. Anything past 50 hours in a white room like this can lead to permanent psychological damage.
And I'm about to do 168 hours. There is a chance that I actually start to lose my mind and go into something called psychosis. And they have to pull me out because it can cause permanent damage to me.
He survived seven days buried alive. Is this much harder? Much harder. He doesn't have social contact. If your brain doesn't have information coming in, it generates craziness. It generates hallucinations, it generates paranoia.
And all I have to survive for the next week is a bed to sleep on, a notebook with a pen, a refillable bottle, water, toothbrush with toothpaste and a bar of soap, a toilet to use the bathroom and a sink for water.
At this point, it was clear to me it was going to be difficult to entertain myself during this challenge. Especially on hour nine when I did this.
You're probably wondering how many tiles are on these walls. The correct answer is 1,900. And if you want the roof and floor included, then it's 2,860.
But more importantly than all of that, according to my stomach, it is time to eat food. So if you're wondering how I'm eating during this challenge, there's a conveyor belt here which spans over 100 feet so I can be fed without any human interaction.
I think I've been in here around 14 hours.
Isn't it crazy that at this point I was already off by two hours?
And so far the hardest part of the challenge is no one's fed me yet. In hindsight, I should've ate more food before I came in here. It would be really nice if someone fed me sometime soon. Your boy is very hungry.
Did you wash your hands? Yeah, of course I did. Oh, he did not.
We'll be sending him his meals randomly so he can't guess the time. It's 6 p.m. right now, and we're sending him his breakfast.
When are my friends going to feed me? I am hungry. I am hungry.
Now because this room is soundproof, even though the food arrived, I didn't realize it until I checked two hours later.
Too hungry to walk. That's a little dramatic, man, come on.
So when I finally checked... Oh, I was not actually expecting food. This tastes awesome. It's cold and soggy, and I'm just so deprived of feeling things. This is great.
This solitary confinement set is literally wrapped in metal chains. If this set caught on fire, I would probably burn alive before they can unlock it. Anyways, I'm going to think about other things than that.
For the next few hours, I try to keep myself as stimulated as humanly possible.
Wow, that's kind of cool.
He's got nothing. He has nothing to work with. If he's already resorting to this for basic stimulation, I have my doubts that he'll last seven days.
It's interesting how when you take everything away from a man, something as simple as a metal plate can be as fun as an iPhone.
He's going to get agitated by way of boredom. This is a very dehumanizing experience.
I'm just going to go to bed and we'll see what happens.
I think I'm around 40 hours into the challenge.
Jimmy's six hours off on what time he thinks it is.
Which means it's around 4 p.m. on day number two.
I thought he'd be on track today.
Losing my sense of time led to other problems. No matter what I do, I literally just can't sleep. These lights are just really messing with my brain. Maybe I'll just lay here for the next five days.
The reason he has insomnia is he doesn't need to sleep. He wants to sleep this off and just get it over with. But what he should be doing is trying to do something that is going to occupy his attention while he's awake.
He's climbing the wall. It's the natural human urge for freedom. He's regressing to primal instinct.
Why did I think it was 4 p.m.? Shouldn't that mean it's 9 p.m.?
And by the time I had gotten around to eating my first meal, it was 4:30 in the afternoon.
Don't get me wrong, the food looks good, but it is freezing cold. I'd rather starve than eat the rest of this.
And when my second meal had arrived, I felt like only minutes had passed.
What just came through the conveyor belt? Wait. How long has it been? Am I supposed to eat both or... It definitely was day two when I got the second breakfast, but I didn't eat much of the breakfast, so maybe they felt bad because I didn't eat much of the breakfast. Well, no...
At this point, I had no idea how long that first meal was sitting in the conveyor belt for.
Did you see he's getting a little paranoid? That's the thing that can get worse as time goes on. It's only day two.
I'm not sure what to do. I think I'm going to just see how high I can count. One, two, three, four.
It looks crazy, right?
565, 566, 567.
When you're in a situation where there's nothing to do...
999.
What's crazy is to just succumb to it.
1,000.
As this progresses, he's going to run out of random things to do.
And I got to give it to him. The doctor was right. Because later in this challenge I borderline go insane.
Do you think I'd get it? Do you think I'd?
And while my strategy to sleep through most of the challenge did help pass the time, it ended up hurting me in other ways.
I see food over there. It's freaking soggy and cold. How long has this been sitting here?
This food's been sitting there for seven hours.
I would have given anything to eat that ice cream. It would have been nice to have edible parts of the meal. I guess I'll just be hungry again.
Normally, because we're working on so many videos at once, I'm usually incredibly stressed. As of right now, I don't really feel that stressed at all, but I feel a ton of anxiety because I have this severe FOMO that I'm missing tons of cool stuff.
Because I have this severe FOMO that I'm missing tons of cool stuff going on in the world. It's weird. It's a different emotion than I'm used to. It's pretty crazy how hard it is to do nothing.
I'm starting to get really bored. This is getting very hard on me mentally. I'm bored. Help.
I was nowhere near the 168-hour mark, so by hour 65, I started to wonder. How do you do a handstand?
I wish before I came in here, I had someone teach me the basics of how to do a handstand.
He's going to have to invent concepts that only exist in his mind to keep himself from experiencing intense depression.
I'm just going to envision that I'm currently walking in a park. There's green grass, someone's fishing.
He's literally making up scenarios in his head right now. Oh my God.
All in all, it's very sunny. I hear birds.
You've ruined my walk in the park.
Oh my God. We're watching him slip into madness.
They gave me more food. But it looks like we got some rice, sweet potato and steak. This is the best meal I've gotten so far this challenge.
If you look right here, you'll see some rice, and any ordinary human would probably eat this rice. But I'm going to count it. 13, 14, 15, 16, 17. 97, 98, 99, 100, 101. 265, 266, 267. 307, 308, 309, 310. 421, 422, 423, 424. 445, 446, 447.
There are 447 grains of rice on this metal tray. This information probably profoundly changed you as a human.
I'm feeling pretty tired, which means it's probably the night of the fifth.
I wasn't even halfway through the challenge and was already off a full day.
I'm going to get some more Zs in the bathroom where it's not so freaking bright, which proved to be my smartest move yet because I actually slept in that bathroom for 12 hours.
We're officially halfway into the challenge. 84 hours. Jimmy is. And we're going to tell that in his next meal. Just kind of mix it all up for him. He could still put the letters together.
I am hungy. Hungy I am. What are we working with here? What is this?
Bro's never heard of SpaghettiOs?
And that wasn't the only thing I was forgetting the name of.
What is this called? This is a... a roll. This is a lot of sauce for one roll. Kind of tastes like ketchup.
How does he not notice the letters in there?
That's an N.
Yeah! Yeah!
You guys forgot to take these four SpaghettiOs out.
No! Every time he finds a letter, he just keeps eating it.
I hope those weren't supposed to spell something. That I was magically supposed to realize that before I ate them and then put it together to figure out a word for more food. Surely that's not what they wanted for me.
Jimmy's about to watch this when he gets out and feel so dumb.
Depression.
At this point, the bright lights were really starting to get me.
I have a ginormous headache right now, and I am so hungry. What is going on to my body?
He did ask for more food even though he is getting all the calories he needs. But the reason for that is that he's so understimulated, he thinks he's starving.
I ended up checking for food over and over and over again.
This is oddly soothing. Do you think I'd get a concussion from doing this? You should probably stop. You're right. I should probably stop.
There's a bag of McDonald's here. It's suspiciously light. If there is not McDonald's in this bag, I'm going to be depressed. There actually is. Let's go.
Every time I get a meal, it's like 20 minutes of just pure happiness. I feel human again. I can't stop smiling. I'm so happy. And then the second I finish it, I feel a wave of depression because I'm like, "What do I do now?"
The seconds are starting to blend together so much. I would try to guess what time it is, but I have no earthly idea. My mind is slowly deforming into stupidity. I need to occupy myself better.
We're going to grab this McDonald's cheeseburger wrapper, as well as this cup that was holding my toothbrush. And now we have basketball. LeBron, Steph, Kobe. Maybe basketball's not my thing.
I think I was always better at baseball. They're like, "Strike!" That was not what was supposed to happen.
And then I remembered... Oh, there's a fork on it. That I had an indestructible plate from my very first meal. I am going to throw this so far, it is hilarious.
I'm bored. I still have two days left inside this room and I have a feeling at some point I'm going to want to leave.
It's day four. No matter how much I beg, or scream, or plead... Or burp. Do not let me out of this room early.
Okay, Jimmy, I got you.
My instincts tell me I've so far done 113 hours, which means I have 55 hours remaining. And whoever's editing this, show them how many hours I actually have remaining. Hopefully somewhere close to 55 hours.
I think he's going to get angry and possibly paranoid about what's going on.
Is a man not allowed to have privacy? There's a camera there. There's a camera above that. There's a camera. A camera, a camera, camera, camera, camera, camera. There's so many cameras on me 24/7. I'm going to go insane.
What if we throw the camera through the conveyor... Genius. I'll treat it like bowling.
Somehow I hit my finger.
I severely underestimated how hard this video would be. Just thinking about it has me tearing up, but I kind of feel like an animal right now. I feel like I lost all my rights as a human.
If I had to guess, I would say I'm halfway through day five. I really miss my girlfriend and I miss the gang as well. Even Nolan. Even Nolan.
Mentally right now I'd say I'm at literal rock bottom. This is very inhumane. I've been in here so long that some of my dreams are about me in this room, and I think it's like day six or seven. But then I wake up and realize it was a dream.
What time is it? I would pay so much money to know what freaking time it is.
Let's go over why I think there are 33 hours left in this challenge. I've slept five times. Reason number two, I usually poop once a day, and I've also pooped five times since I got here. Reason number three, I've grown a lot of hair on my neck here.
I've grown a lot of hair on my neck here, and this usually does take like a week. If for some reason... If for some reason it's still day five, or God forbid, it's somehow still day four, I will lose my mind.
While I was sleeping, I had a dream about that one time that I counted to 100,000. And so when I woke up, I decided to do a thousand laps around this room. For old times' sake.
That'll be the marker. 1, 2, 3.
Watching back this footage, it's literally crazy. I resorted to walking in circles to keep myself sane.
A thousand is way too many. I'm already starting to get dizzy.
This entire challenge, I've been getting water out of this sink, and I'm going to be honest. This... this is... it... I'm not... Bro.
Cirkul is a flavor cartridge you can screw on your water bottle and makes bland water taste amazing. There's over 100 different flavors that fit this bottle that are all zero calories and zero sugar.
Moving this tripod is miserable.
Choose how intense you want the flavor and then start drinking away. It honestly adds so much flavor I can't even tell it's sink water. I've been drinking fruit punch throughout this entire challenge, and it actually makes the water taste amazing.
I'm going to walk back and forth between these walls.
These cartridges also last for multiple refills of your water bottle, which is good because the boys suck at sending these. Sometimes I got to use the same one for a whole day. If you want to start drinking more water or just want your water to start tasting good in general, go to drinkcirkul.com or your local Walmart to give it a try.
I've tried everything to keep myself entertained, and I'm going to be honest. It's not working.
And after I finished all my Cirkuls, Karl brought back two people from 100 Days Trapped Together.
We're here. Hey, check it out. You guys are going to love this. That's the faces of the guy that trapped you guys for 100 days.
Would you say this is easier or harder than what you guys did?
In comparison, I think I'd rather have someone else in it with me.
And now that the tables had turned and I was the one in the white cube, Bailey and Suzie plotted their revenge.
I'll show you guys how the conveyor belt works.
They sent an empty tray.
He's about to freak out. I don't feel bad at all. This is what he gets.
I bet every dollar in my bank account Karl just showed up.
No way! You hungry, Jimmy? Eat this!
No, we're not doing this. We are not doing this. We're not doing it.
This is the most stimulation he's had in days.
Well, you got to give them credit. I probably deserve that.
Imagine this is what happens after you die. You just go to a white room like this forever. That would be miserable.
When I sleep, I dream of me in the outside world. And when I'm awake, I'm just depressed and lonely and, to be honest, miserable. So the more time I spend sleeping, the happier I am.
Let me out.
I'm Batman.
I feel dead. I really need to get out of here. We did seven days on a raft, I did seven days buried alive, and now seven days in solitary confinement. If I had known how hard this would be, I never would have done this.
If that hour number in the top left says anything higher than 20, I'm going to lose my mind. I am feeling extremely lonely. I miss my girlfriend. This is torture.
Is he crying?
He's not doing well. He's just napping on the floor, throwing things, having tantrums, getting happy when he gets snacks. He's like a child.
I think there's 8 hours left, and then they're going to open that door right there. And I am free. I hope. I pray. Please be 8 hours.
He thinks he's sleeping through the last couple of hours right now. That's what he thinks this is. So it's going to be a rude awakening, literally. To be honest, it's concerning.
I give it maybe another 2 to 3 hours and that door opens. I'm going to enjoy my last meal, and then we're getting out of here.
Did he just say it's his last meal? I think so. Well, that's ironic because it's literally exactly 24 hours.
Any hour now, they're going to be walking through that door. So I'm going to clean up the place. It's a little messy. I was trying to make up an excuse to clean, but in reality, I'm just bored.
I thought coming into this experiment, I would get more mental clarity, maybe learn a little bit about myself. But in reality, all I'm walking away with is the newfound skill of being able to throw things out a conveyor belt door. Or maybe not.
There is just no world where there's more than 24 hours left. I can't do another 24 hours in here. I've had my limit, but it doesn't matter. There's just not 24 hours left. I just don't. I refuse to believe that. So any second now, any second now, any second now.
To pass the time, I'm going to resume counting. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 20, 21, 22.
5422, 5423, 5424, 5425.
I swear to God I heard something out there.
I'm sad. I'm sad. I am sad. I am sad. I don't want to be here. Get me out of this room. I don't want to be here.
This is barely human. He's lying in bed, covering his eyes. No excitement. This is totally not what you want to see.
How is he going to act? It's going to be a new human.
I'm worried he's going to be this human. He's just collapsed into dysfunction. We've never pushed him as far as he is pushed in this video.
Well, because he's been totally deprived of any human contact. Be gentle, like a little kid waking up from a nap.
Well, there's 10 minutes left, so let's go get ready.
Thank you. Good luck.
I'm going to die.
Ten, nine, eight. Seven, six, five, four...
Hold on. Wait, I don't even have pants on.
Three, two, one.
Oh, my gosh. Hey, Jimmy.
Sorry, I was just putting my pants on. It's not as bright out here.
How is it, dude?
I'm actually kind of lightheaded.
It's crazy, but after this challenge I kind of forgot how to interact with humans.
Where's he going?
It's actually relieving to not stare at a bright light. It's like the ceiling is awesome.
This is the happiest I've seen you in a long time.
Honestly, I thought I was perpetually just going to be 24 hours forever.
Follow me outside.
I want to see the sun.
Oh, my God. It's dark out. So nice to see the outside world.
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