After leaving the three captors in the cell to contemplate their attempted conspiracy, the two Special Agents enter in a state of emergency wearing their protective latex catsuits and gasmasks. Offering to spare their lives in exchange for taking a vow to The Female Supremacy, the Special Agents turn the tables on their would be interrogators. Still disorientated from the overall ordeal of the day, the subspecies known as “man” are in a weakened position. Lying them down on the ground next to their files and hovering above them, we decide to give them a taste of their own medicine.

After leaving the three captors in the cell to contemplate their attempted conspiracy, the two Special Agents enter in a state of emergency wearing their protective latex catsuits and gasmasks. Offering to spare their lives in exchange for taking a vow to The Female Supremacy, the Special Agents turn the tables on their would be interrogators. Still disorientated from the overall ordeal of the day, the subspecies known as “man” are in a weakened position. Lying them down on the ground next to their files and hovering above them, we decide to give them a taste of their own medicine.