Murphy's Law

>You just realized you're just wearing your undies! just like in one of those dreams people supposedly have.

...Well, this is embarrassing. And not really all that helpful either.

"Where are my clothes?" you ask.

"Being checked for volatile chemicals or biological agents," the agent replies. "Now, we have some questions for you, Mr. Law..."

It would really suck if they sent for a special torture expert and had to wait until he arrived.

"...and as soon as our interrogation specialist arrives, we'll get to them. As much as I'd enjoy questioning you myself, the higher-ups have been clear: no questioning until the Anklebreaker has had his turn."

"The... uh... the Anklebreaker?"

"That's the only name we know him by. He's been assigned to you because of the importance of your case. But his technique is very precise, and we need you in the best of health to make sure you survive it long enough to tell us what you know."

You suddenly feel very nervous. Especially because you don't know anything.

"In the meantime, I'm just here to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't escape." He smirks. "I don't think that will be much of a problem."

He's got a point. You're in your underwear and tied to a chair, and on closer inspection the chair seems to be bolted to the ground on top of that. The only way you could possibly escape is by making things worse...

Well, at least EXPLODE hasn't blasted the doors down to kidnap and probably kill you because you're the only one that can make their nefarious plot succeed.

Suddenly, an explosion blasts the door open, and it goes flying into the agent. A half-dozen masked men with guns run in, followed by a tall man in a trenchcoat.

"Found him," the trenchcoated man says with a smile. "Mister Stroyer will be pleased."

He turns to you and grins widely.

"Murphy S. Law, I presume? You'll be quite an asset to our organization."

He pulls out a large knife from the depths of his trenchcoat.

"And by that, I mean your brain will. Mister Stroyer is quite sure it's the key to your powers, so we don't really need the rest of you getting in the way. And once we have it, we should be able to destroy the world hours ahead of schedule."

Oh great. How can this possibly get any worse?