Meanwhile, and not terribly suddenly, back on Evil Island….
“Oh Boys,” seductively gestures the newly freed Vixen, seductively applying lip rouge with her right little finger, “What’s a girl got to do to get a drink around here?”
“How…how…” blubbers the newly un-twinned Sam Evil, gently rubbing the boo-boo on his pinky. “How did you get out of the burlap sack, the duct tape, the nylon rope, the hemp rope, the electrical cords, the bathrobe ties, the USB cables, the plastic baggie, and the cotton/polyester 300 thread count satin sheets?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?” The Vixen swishes across the room in a motion reminiscent of a large falcon descending on a vole. Grabbing Evil Brother Sam by the left nipple and twisting, She-Who-Can-Gnaw-Through-Anything says, "Silly Evil Boy, don’t you know that I can gnaw through anything?”
“Aaaaagggghhhhhhhh”…screams Sam, falling to his stubby little knees….”Evil Brother Pete, Mad Moderator Hien, Evil Dr. Greg, ANYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aaagghhhhhh…”.
Throughout the tastefully decorated Super Secret Evil Lair, echoes of screams slowly twist and turn down endless rock and moss-encrusted corridors.
Outside the Super Secret Evil Lair, hacking their way through an absolute lack of vegetation (but plenty of crunchy lava), Pete Evil, MM Hien, and ED Greg slowly make their way past no palm trees and down to the desolate coastline. “Did anyone hear something? asks the 3-meter behemoth, Evil Brother Pete.