It had been a while since you last saw Black Hat in the morning ordering some poor Hat-Butler around. You needed him to sign some very important papers so, as any good worker would do, you went to look for him.

When you eventually walked into his office, you’d find him on the ground fighting to get out of some cables he was tangled up in. He somehow even managed to get it around his legs and arms fro crying out loud.

“You. Get me out of these wretched torture devices this instant!” he ordered you with that typical frown on his face, falling face-first onto the ground as he tried to turn himself to face you. He more than likely tried to fix something in his office alone and winded up getting stuck. Who knew what Black Hat was even up to these days.