Why are "hoodlums" always shown as fish-lipped, bug-eyed, and wearing those dorky plaid shirts? Why can't there be a hoodlum who doesn't look like liquid diarrhea in human form? Also, I did not expect a naked child getting a colonoscopy by a drill on a string from a cross-dressing lunatic. That is certainly a rather dissatisfying sight that's going to haunt my dreams for a while.
I hope our lovable trap with a huge hidden weapon gives his master one hell of a brutal thrashing. The chapter prior lacked the violence we need, so the trap needs to double the bloodshed.