/I was gonna do RENT, but I made this pun in the shower and laughed for five straight minutes

"AAAHHHH HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Dr Combeforrible laughed sinisterly, the sound bouncing off the walls of his lab. There was a camera and a laptop sitting on his desk. A blue couch was against the wall in the back ground, along with a large dry erase board. A kitchen door was visible with all of its pots and pans and red fridge covered in evil notes and evil shopping lists. Jars and beakers and test tubes lined the walls, each filled with different bubbling liquids.

"So that's, you know… coming along," he shared into the camera, nodding awkwardly. "I'm working with a vocal coach; strengthening the "AAHHH." A lot of guys ignore the laugh, and that's about standards. If you're going to get into the Evil League of Evil, I mean you have to have a memorable laugh. What do you think Bad Javorse didn't work on his whinny?"

Dr Combeforrible took a second to look dramatically into the distance and pay his silent respects to the most terrible of the terrible: Bad Javorse.

"His terrible death whinny…" he murmured to the air.

"No response, BTW from the League yet, but, my application is strong this year," he said confidently, "a letter of condemnation from the deputy mayor. That's got to have some weight, so, fingers crossed."

There was an awkward silent pause.

"EMAILS!" he exclaimed, going for a stack of paper on his desk. He began reading the first one. "2sly4you writes: 'Hey Genious' Wow! Sarcasm. That's original!"

He paused to notice his hypocritical statement.

"'Where are the gold bars you were supposed to pull out of that bank vault with your trans-matter ray? Obviously it failed or it would be in the papers,'" Dr Comboferrible rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation. "Well no, they're not going to say anything in the press. But, BEHOLD! Transported from there to here."

Dr Combeforrible reached off camera and brought into view a Ziploc bag filled with a metallic looking liquid inside. His eyes examined the contents while his finger poked at it.

"The molecules tend to shift during the trans-matter… um… event, but they were transported in bar form and they clearly were… And by the way it's not about making money. It's about taking money. Destroying the status quo because the 'status' is not 'quo'. The world is a mess and I just need to… RULE it. I'm gonna…"

His indignant rant slowly faded as he sniffed at the bag.

"That smells like cumin," he said, setting it down and facing back to his camera. "So, Trans-matter is 75% and more importantly the Freeze-Ray is almost up. This is the one. Stops time. Freeze ray. Tell your friends."

The email's paper dropped and he shifted through the other papers. His face lit up when he saw a certain one, and he read with mock excitement.

"We have… OH! Here's one from our good friend Johnny Snow. 'Dr Combeforrible. I see you are once again to do battle with you nemesis. I waited at Dooley Park for 45 minutes…' Okay, dude, you're not my nemesis. My nemesis… is Captain Montparnammer. Captain Montparnammer, Corporate tool. He dislocated my shoulder… again… last week. LOOK! I'm just trying to change the world, okay? I don't have time for a grudge match with every poser in a parka. Besides, there's kids in that park so… Here's one from DeadNotSleeping. 'Long time watcher, first time writing.' Blah blah blah blah… 'You always say on your blog that you will 'show her the way, show her you are a true villain.' Who is 'her' and does she even know that you're…'"

Wearing "regular everyday human clothes and not an evil lab coat of evil," Dr Combeforrible carried his laundry basket into the Laundromat. It was across the street from his apartment building, and he could see it from his window at home. He pushed into the door and felt his breath hitch in his throat when he caught sight of her… Eponine…

"Laundry Day. See you there.
Underthings...tum-b-ling.

Wanna say "Love your hair."
Here I go (mmmrrhhrr) mum-b-ling.

With my freeze ray I will stop - the world.

With my freeze ray I will find the time to find the words to

Tell you how. How you make.
Make me feel. What's the phrase?

Like a fool. Kinda sick.
Special needs. Anyways.

With my freeze ray I will stop - the pain.

It's not a death ray or an ice beam, that's all Johnny Snow.

I just think you need time to know
That I'm the guy to make it real.
The feelings you don't dare to feel.
I'll bend the world to our will
And we'll make Time stand ... sti - ll.

That's the plan. Rule the world.
You and me. Any day.
Love your hair."

"What?"

"No, I, I, I love the air. Anyway.

With my Freeze-Ray I will stop…"