You don’t have a name like “Scotch” without being filled with spirit, yet years of struggling as a working actor have dimmed Mr. Hopkins’ inner light. After assuming his part in a 2019 horror anthology would be the springboard to better jobs he had been searching for, the subsequent Covid-19 pandemic and SAG-AFTRA strike left him with nary a contract in sight. After a long day and night of imbibing his namesake and cruising the critics’ scores of his movies on IMDB he has an epiphany- exact sweet, sweet physical vengeance on all those who slammed his movies from behind the safety of the internet while wearing the ill-fitting albino spider suit he wore in his magnum opus. As Scotch takes to the streets of LA in his get-up randomly running up to passerby to ask “where the critics be” the laughs and confused looks he receives rankle him further. After exclaiming “Seems everyone thinks they are a critic these days” the laughter turns to shouts of horror as people are slapped by the silicon and foam of his 2 actual and 4 prosthetic arms. Can anyone stop this reign of terror before the LA populace are covered in welts and red marks? Or will the suit simply fall apart within an hour due to its poor construction? Unfortunately for Scotch nobody cares!