When June gloom suddenly gave way to summer's heat, Billy finally decided to take another shot at fixing his A/C. For someone who was a certifiable genius when it came to any kind of ray gun, basic household appliances seemed to be beyond him. Free cable? Forget it. A decent refrigerator? You're asking too much, dude.
And washing machines? He'd tried to install three different kinds and all he'd gotten was a really big leak and a hole in the floor. Old Mrs Tillingham below him had complained again.
So, it was too hot, too stuffy, his red lab coat totally reeked and he was forced out to the laundry mat. Again.
Instead of spending his time productively. Again.
Trying to, you know, create a new and better ray or something.
The trouble with democracy, Billy thought, as he saw a poster for the election of the new state governor, is that it allowed for the election of idiots by idiots. If America could elect an actor as governor or freaking president then the world was definitely screwed way beyond repair. Well, conventional repair.
Definitely not beyond repair-by-raygun!
Billy was deep in thought he shuffled quickly passed the old Coin Wash on the corner of Allison. The place was little more than a burned out shell. Some enterprising person unknown had firebombed the place last summer. It was a good thing that there was another laundry mat just three blocks down.
Too hot to walk. Too hot.
The trouble with the Evil League of Evil, Billy thought, as he reached up instinctively to adjust the goggles on his forehead that were no longer there, was that they were an incredibly low rent, obtuse organisation. In the end, it kinda didn't matter to him who was in power.
He just wanted to blow shit up.
For the longest time, ever since Penny died, ever since Moist ran off with Bait to live somewhere down in Inglewood, ever since Professor Normal had decided to replace both his eyes with reflective silver globes, ever since Bad Horse had been put down by an over-eager veterinarian after a fall at the racetrack…
Well, Billy's world had just gone to hell.
It was hard to be a super villain when all the heroes had fallen. It was hard to be evil when you were surrounded by apathy. He was almost at the point of hanging up his test tubes.
Wow, who knew so much could happen in a year?
The new Coin Wash (he refused to even think about is as "Wash Aways!" - stupid name) was too crowded. He'd barely got his stuff in a tub when there was a commotion in the street outside.
"Stand back, everyone!" Came a voice, ringing out over the wailing of sirens
"Oh you gotta be kidding!" Billy yelled, rushing to the window to see what was going on.
And there, standing in the middle of the street like he owned it, was a big, muscular guy with a wide forehead, a noble chin, and the brain of a chimp (probably).
Slowly, Billy began to smile and the smile turned into a grin and the grin quickly became a cackle. Not quite an evil laugh but he was rusty, okay?
Inside his head, the cogs began to whirr again, long dormant plan-eggs began to hatch and Dr Horrible woke up with a start.
After all, what use is a villain without a decent hero? And this new guy, well he looked promising.