Hank the lion is a spy who's gotten himself captured and bound to a high-tech deathtrap. He struggles against his bonds as he helplessly watches the laser ever so slowly crawl its way upward... right towards his bulging manhood. He's been stripped of the top half of his spy suit, leaving his strong, hairy chest and mane exposed. Sweat drenches his straining muscles, and he grunts uselessly into the silver strip of duct tape across his mouth, which tugs at his mustache and beard. His deep bass voice echoes throughout the room, mixing with the nauseating high-pitched buzz of the approaching laser.

He'd better break out soon, or this is going to be one hell of a laser pointer accident.