Most of us have probably done the “tie up top, shorts below” Zoom call at this point and who hasn’t juggled a few plants and books to improve their peripheral mise en scène? But this psychopath takes off-screen antics to another level. Give him a break, though — before the pandemic struck he probably had a cubicle in a downtown office where he was the life of in-person meetings and known for his oozy shoulder rubs and powerful cologne. Thanks to delicious bat stew he was forced to convert his satanic trophy dungeon into a home office. I’m told there are tax benefits.