Mr. Big never forgot about the time Nick tricked him by selling him a "skunk butt" rug, and he figured it was about time he repaid the favor. Most of the mafia's victims are given a pair of cement shoes, but Nick had the honor of being outfitted with an entire three-piece cement suit! After just a few moments of allowing the cement to dry, Mr. Big had a new, stylish, fox-shaped coat rack. Besides the twitching nose, shifting eyes, and muffled groans, one would never guess that it was anything more than a stone statue. Finally, Mr. Big had a convenient place to hang up that old, smelly rug!

The moment the rug was draped over Nick's frozen arm, its pungent stench began to assault Nick's sensitive fox nose. Every natural instinct in his body urged him to turn tail and escape the smell, but his concrete encasement stiffly prevented any attempts to do so. He couldn't run, couldn't shake the rug off, couldn't turn his nose away, couldn't even breath through his mouth. He tried to delay the inevitable, but he couldn't hold his breath forever. Eventually, all he could do was sniff the reeking fabric through his poor, tortured nose. 

His protests and pleas for mercy didn't mean very much to Mr. Big. Of course, since they were barely audible through his cemented teeth, they probably wouldn't mean much to anyone. There's no doubt about it: it really stinks to be Nick right now!