King Bowser wasn't looking so high and mighty right now, laying on his stomach and spread out across a stone slab, metal shackles around his wrists and ankles pulling his limbs apart and holding them securely in place. Additionally, there was a large muzzle strapped tightly around his face, completely covering his big mouth and forcing it shut, leaving him unable to shout and complain, only blush and grumble as he glared daggers at his captor and pulled helplessly at his restraints.