"D'ya think he's okay?"
"He hasn't come out of his room for HOURS now..."
A couple of lettuce heads (minions of the Punchline) walked together through one of the main halls of Punchline's newest lair—an abandoned hairspray factory.
The Punchline had used the factory to create the fertilizer—filling up vat after vat of the vile goo, then...he just stopped. The lettuce heads were his new minions, and they wanted to see what exactly their new boss was up to, stopping right at the foot of an enormous door that led to his chambers.
"What's he doing?" One of the lettuce heads asked the others.
"I dunno..." one of them replied.
"He's probably doing something REALLLL EEEEVIL..." one of the lettuce heads said as they opened up the door.
A flash of pink covered the lettuces' eyes. Girly pop music blared from a pink boombox, and the Punchline was seated high on a massive throne of pillows while facing an equally as huge mirror.
"YOOOO,
I'll tell ya what I want,
What I really really want!"
The Punchline danced and sang along to the song while combing his long, scallion hairs.
"Uuuh, master?" One of the lettuce heads asked.
"So tell me what ya want,
What ya really really want?
I'll tell ya what I want,
What I really really want,
So tell me what ya want,
What ya really really want?"
The scallion continued to sing, this tune he sang the second part with an obviously "girly" voice.
"S-s-shouldn't we be working on that formula?!" Another goon asked.
"I wanna—
(Ha!)
I wanna—
(Ha!)
I wanna—
(Ha!)
I wanna—
(Ha!)"
The scallion still continued to sing along. The lettuces noticed that the boom box the Punchline was using was plugged in, so they grabbed the cord.
"I wanna really really really,
Wanna zig-a-zig—"
BZZT*
"AAAAAAAAAAGH!" The Punchline exclaimed. "WHAT THE HECK YOU GUYS!! WHAT'D YOU DO TO MY JAMS?!"
"Sorry, sir..." one of the lettuce heads replied. "But the other villains are gettin' restless! They wanna know when you're gonna enact this whole plan, and also maybe go get some coffee or somthin'..."
"There..." Punchline stood up and approached the lettuce heads. "Will be no...COFFEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
The pillow ladder rumbled with the sound of the scallion's voice, causing the pillows and the lettuce heads along with himself to topple to the ground.
"Tell the villains that I'm still working on it, perfecting the ways that this...oriental will die..." the Punchline said. "And once they SEE what I can truly do, they won't be LAUGHING anymore..."
"Oh, good, cause they told me they think that what you're doing really SUCKS." The lettuce head replied.
"...WHAT?!" The Punchline exclaimed.
"Uh...did I say that? I-I mean SUCK...ceeds! Yeah! Succeeds!" The lettuce head retracted his steps, hoping the Punchline wouldn't notice.
"Yes..." The Punchline smiled to himself, pulling out a very large syringe.
The Punchline hopped over to the vats of deadly fertilizer and pulled the lever of the syringe, sucking up some of the vile liquid. He gazed at it, smiling as some of the bubbles appeared to form a skull shape.
"...it will succeed..."