Our heroic vigilante, The Imp! has finally been detained by P.A.T.A.S. and this time it's for good!
Tightly contained on a standard straitjacket, just like all the other prisoners at the facility, chained to the floor and his wiseass mouth busy with a sock, probably owned by one of the guards who stuffed him into his new suit, topped with a tight strip of tape to seal it all in, he's looking quite helpless.
But trashing and struggling on the floor, all the while his angry whimpers echo in the room, good ol' Imp might still have a surprise hidden between his diligent toes!
