Bad Horse once looked far down at Dr. Horrible. Then he looked slightly down at Dr. Horrible. Then there was that one meeting where halfway through Dr. Horrible nailed extra wood to teh bottom of his chair, and then he looked straight forward at Dr. Horrible. Now Bad Horse looked up to Dr. Horrible. He was standing at the top of a giant podium. Bad Horse was a mere general in Dr. Horrible's vast army.
To communicate with Dr. Horrible, he sent out his trio of cowboys.
"Bad horse, bad horse, bad horse, bad horse, the world is yours, as of yesterday, it might be temporary, but it's looking to stay, and now we have a question, please answer, we'll obey, what evil deeds do you plan to achieve, it's open-ended, signed Bad Horse."
Dr. Horrible looked down to Bad Horse. "I designed the tactical nuclear missiles so that they can be hoof-operated. Completely annihilate Australia. Make it unrecognizable as a continent. It should just be another spot in the ocean. Scorched earth, or rather scorched ocean floor. That continent can no longer exist."
Bad Horse didn't have time to write another song so he just nodded.