SHOT 408

While the two men continue to sing, Vonky assists Kim into some gold chains that hang from the ceiling. The chains lift him up off the floor and catapult him into the cage bars feet first.

I did this by looping the long paperclip chain through the ceiling panel’s open grid, and then sliding the panel back and forth in measured increments along the set’s rails.

Private audiences find this jarring, which makes me smile an evil smile. Kim is, after all, inflicting the worst possible psychological torture on this poor creature. Because he is, after all, a murderous psychopath.