SFX: dungeon background, whatever that might entail. rusty squeaks maybe?

Torturer: [in bored voice] You gotta tell me who your accomplices were, or I'll have to drive these bamboo spikes through your fingernails.

Victim: [defiantly] Never!

Torturer: [sighs dejectedly]

Victim: Are you feeling okay?

Torturer: Excuse me?

Victim: Just taking an interest.

Torturer: It's just this job. Gets me down.

Victim: You don't like to hurt people?

Torturer: Oh, that part's fun. It's just I don't feel like I have any agency here.

Victim: What do you mean?

Torturer: See, I have to ask you and the others all these questions, and that ought to be interesting, but do you think I get to make up any of the questions? Half the time I don't even get to choose which torture instruments to use on who or what order to put you through them in! The bosses write it all out for me and if I deviate at all I get written up!

Victim: I'm sorry. What I'm hearing is that you feel like you're not in control of your life.

Torturer: That's right, you get me! They all treat me like I'm just some cog in their totalitarian police state, not a real person with original ideas.

Victim: You need to experience another perspective on your life.

Torturer: How?

Victim: Let's switch roles. *I'll* strap *you* down on this table and drive the bamboo spikes through *your* fingernails.

Torturer: I don't know. Doesn't sound like much fun.

Victim: Enlightenment isn't painless, but think of the new insights. Try anything once. We'll switch back as soon as you're ready to.

SFX: unstrapping and releasing victim

Torturer: Well, if you put it like that, it's worth a try.