Boss looks at the camera. Right now, he is wearing a power suit, which is holding him up for one of his legs, which is dripping gore on the floor and missing its foot.
A thick bundle of wires extends from his scalp, and enters the powersuit. Some are broken; others have strange devices clamped to them. The clamped devices are bundled together into a commercial package with an entirely different appearance than the suit. Part of the suit is made of human organs that seem to kind of writhe on their own. When looked at, one of them curves into a smile shape and briefly levitates.
