Chronicles of Glenn, Vol. I

SO I'M STANDING there, minding my own business - y'know, just browsing around - when I'm suddenly grabbed from behind by one of those rent-a-cop security thugs and dragged into a dark office with a hanging light bulb, where he proceeds to beat me mercilessly for the next 45 minutes.

UPDATE: Turns out you're not allowed in the Magic Kingdom wearing only a bowler hat and wrap-around shades.