What we've been doing to poor old WhiteKnight reminds of what happened to a poor soul who got hopelessly stuck in a cave.
True story:
I was on a cave rescue about 6 years ago where a fellow got himself completely stuck in a passageway that way too small for him - he was on the, uh, 'portly' side. We were discussing the best method of extraction. Someone suggested using an air hammer. His eyes got a little wide at this suggestion. I suggested using dynamite to break up the rock face. He got downright scared and was almost going to cry, but still didn't say anything. (We were kidding of course.) We broke out the hammers and chisels, placed a blanket over his head and goggles on his eyes and began chipping away.
Several hours later and before he was completely free, the leader said to him, "I've got to apologize to you in advance."
The young man said, "Apologize to me! I should apologize to you all for having to go through all this."
"No, no. You don't understand. We're going to have one helluva good laugh later on at your expense over some beers!"
And we did. Still laugh about it to this day whenever we think about the look on his face.