The room in which the figures sat in was very dark, with only a few neon lights illuminating the place. A large table is what they sat around, with a salad fork logo on the base.
"Welcome, distinguished guests..." a familiar voice said. The Punchline turned around in his chair. "...to the Legion of Super Antagonists Longing for Annihilation and Demise, or S.A.L.A.D."
"This had betta be good, my fiendish, flexible, flamboyantly funny friend..." a slender Rhubarb, wearing a black cat-eared suit said.
"And good it is, Kittygirl..." Punchline smirked. "If by good you mean bad..."
"GET ON WIZ IT, PUNCHLINE!" A French-accented pea in a mechanical, frozen suit shouted. "Or are you giving ze rest of us LE COLD SHOULDER?!"
"Ah, Monsieur Le Freeze..." Punchline said. "Delighted that you could make it. How is your...er...lovely wife?"
Le Freeze pulled out an enormous cryogenic container, filled to the brim with ice and a tiny pea woman.
"—she's got a leetle bit of le frostbite, non?" Le Freeze sarcastically replied.
"Oh, lovely..." The Punchline replied. "Anyway, onto my evil plan—what we shall do, is utilize this liquid I have formed along with a lovely lady named Poison Oak, during my time in prison."
"That looks like fertilizer." Kittygirl said.
"BECAUSE IT IS!" The Punchline exclaimed. "And, unlike regular fertilizer, instead of making a plant grow, this will make it WILT LIKE NO TOMORROW! How do I intend to use this? Simple—the Bumblyberg International Culture Festival is coming up, and I shall use it to assassinate the mayor looking to make the city the sister city of his country—Shu-Cai Mógū, mayor of Bao City in Guangzhou, China, and pin the blame on none other than LARRYBOY!"
Once the Punchline was finished, everyone stared at him.
"Ahem..." said a scallion clad in a jumpsuit with question marks all over it. "Riddle me this. What is the dumbest thing I've ever heard?"
"I dunno..." said a yellow gourd, wearing a tuxedo. "What is?"
"THIS EVIL PLAN!" The scallion exclaimed and began laughing uproariously.
"HEY SHUT UP!" The Punchline exclaimed. "PUFFIN! QUESTION-MARK GUY—YOU'RE MAKIN' ME LOOK BAD!"
"Sorry." They both replied.
"We're still doing my plan—cause' it's awesome. And this time..." the Punchline said, observing the strange, green liquid he'd filled into a small glass.
"...Larryboy will be most helpless to do anything..."