Back in Minneapolis, Dolph-In has continued his stand-off with the Neolithic Gamer Fly. The Neolithic Gamer Fly has been contemplating whether or not it should unleash another attack using its Stand, Unholy Ambush, which is what allows it to convert stones into large explosives. Dolph-In has no clear motive for why he has yet to leave the Minneapolan region, but he seems determined to do something about this fly. The Neolithic Gamer Fly retreats into the Yiggy Dome, and Dolph-In isn't too far behind, slinking and sliding right through the doors.
Back in the Painforest, the diseased and suffering individual known as Lung Cha'al has, miraculously, returned after previously being given the gift of unlife, now rising from the ashes in an equally helpless and pitiful state. Lung Cha'al hacks and wheezes and stumbles through the ashen wastes, forced to wander in his state of agony with no signs of help anywhere around. After wandering aimlessly for several minutes, Lung Cha'al trips and falls, shattering upon impact with the ground.
Gobalt Wadley makes his way upstairs in the WCL building uninvited. He takes a seat at the conference table, and speaks out, seemingly to nobody.
"I bet you're wondering why I've brought you all here today." Wadley declares, practicing for the real thing. After he nails the line, he speaks into the microphone and calls an actual meeting. The only person who shows up is Mugsy, with every other member of the WCL either not caring or being too busy to attend, especially considering the fact that this isn't even a real authorized meeting. Mugsy pulls himself into a chair and stares across the table at Wadley.
"I bet you're wondering why I've brought you all here today." Wadley repeats, with more passion this time.
"When did you get hired?" Mugsy asks, interrupting.
"I didn't get hired, I just wanted to talk to somebody."
"Sorry, I'm not supposed to talk to anybody who doesn't work here."
"Hi not supposed to talk to anybody who doesn't work here, I'm Dad!" says Dad, appearing next to Mugsy.
"You don't work here either, Dad." Mugsy states.
"If you're not supposed to talk to anybody who doesn't work here, then why did you even come to this meeting?".
"Because I'm breaking rules, like I'm supposed to. This is the World Crime League after all."
"There's a line between breaking rules and breaking the law."
"Not here there isn't."
Wadley grabs the microphone and shoves it into the side of his head, causing his garbled inner thoughts to play from the attached speaker.
"What are you doing?" Mugsy asks.
"Oh, you know, just chilling. I think I'll take a look around downstairs." Wadley stands up and heads into the elevator, taking it down to the basement level. He notices the Criminal Maker, and, after reading up on the controls, decides to give it a whirl. He looks around for someone to use, and peeks into the advertising room, seeing Grillzaster hard at work inside. Wadley reaches in and snatches Grillzaster from his workstation, before tossing him into the Criminal Maker and pushing the "auto" button. The long and boring criminalization process ensues, and by the end of it, Wadley is completely sick of seeing Grillzaster. The moment the door of the machine opens, Wadley grabs Grillzaster and withdraws all of his bad cooking energy, leaving him with only the influence of the advertising room. This causes Grillzaster to become Adzaster, and Gobalt Wadley to become Gozastrum Wadley. Adzaster returns to the cavernous depths of the advertising department, while Wadley leaves the WCL, heading wherever the wind wishes to take him. A harmless miniature tornado sweeps through Costa Brava towards Wadley, and he enters it as it whirls him away to his next destination.
As Dolph-In enters the Yiggy Dome, the stony walls are illuminated only by crude torches, but where the stage once was is now a massive stone throne, upon which sits the king of Paleo-Minneapolis, modern prehistory's most powerful tyrant: Urk-Ook-Okk. The Neolithic Gamer Fly comes to a rest on Urk-Ook-Okk's shoulder as the stationary man stares at the intruding Dolph-In. The hulking man's arm rises from its resting state, his hairy finger extending forwards to point at Dolph-In. With a scowl and a grunt, Urk-Ook-Okk sics the wrath of Paleo-Minneapolis on the intruder. The eyes of Neolithic Gamer Flies light up in the darkness, as their wings bring them into the air, each equipped with an explosive stone. Dolph-In attempts to descend deeper into the Yiggy Dome, but the blasts and explosions from the Unholy Ambush rocks send him skidding towards the door. Cavemen begin to emerge from the shacks and huts within the Yiggy Dome, clubs raised as they hoot and holler, chasing Dolph-In and forcing him to retreat out of town, unable to handle such power in numbers.
Without a purpose, Shamazon isn't sure what to do with himself as he paces around the city. Conveniently enough, one of the fliers for the World Crime League blows directly into his face, and Shamazon peels it off to read it.
"World Crime League? I've never really thought about doing crimes before, but I guess if I can't protect the jungle anymore, it's better than nothing…plus, maybe if this is some kind of network of criminals, I can find out who REALLY burned down the Painforest and expose them! Then I'll get my proper position back!" Shamazon muses, before heading to the address on the flier. As Shamazon heads inside, the first thing he notices is Bermuda, whose clock-like device has begun to smoke and fizzle, with Bermuda himself standing several feet away and not seeming to pay attention to the device. The second thing Shamazon notices is Windsor Clementine, who has designated today as being one of his visit days, and as a result is present in the lobby. Shamazon ignores everyone in the lobby and heads to the elevator, where a sign says, "go to the throne room if you are here for a job". Shamazon doesn't know which floor contains the throne room since he missed that detail on the advertisement, so he enters the elevator, and starts pushing the buttons one at a time, starting with "G". Upon pushing this button, of course, the elevator goes nowhere, and just opens up to the floor Shamazon is currently on. Frustrated, Shamazon hits more buttons at random, assuming the elevator to be broken. The elevator brings him down to the basement, and even though Shamazon can't see Adzaster through the wall of the advertising room, he can tell that he's being given a death glare, so he remains in place in the elevator as the doors close again, taking him back to the ground floor. Shamazon smacks the control panel, and the doors close as the elevator descends once more into the basement. Shamazon considers just giving up and taking the stairs, but the doors close again, this time finally taking him to the throne room, which he recognizes as such. Shamazon walks out of the elevator, disgruntled, and approaches El Diablo.
"Are you the boss here?" Shamazon says.
"Yes, I in fact am." El Diablo responds. "Are you here for a job?"
"I think that I am." Shamazon says. "How does your interview process work? Is it combat?"
"What? No, why would it be combat? We just ask questions."
"Doesn't that seem a little too easy?"
"What do you mean too easy?"
"Never mind. Ask these questions of yours, why don't you."
"Alright…so, what kinds of skills do you have that would make you a good criminal?"
"I can draw and write very quickly, for one."
"That sounds like it would be better suited for a cop or lawyer."
"I am not finished, machine." Shamazon cracks his knuckles. "Allow me to speak until I say I am done."
"Fine, fine."
"I also hold the ability to wipe things from the face of the planet in the blink of an eye. My strength far surpasses the average human, and I can lift multiple tons with ease. My Stand can be programmed to detect various things and set off alarms if it senses them, which most likely has a large amount of possible applications. I am incredibly knowledgeable of the natural world, so any expeditions into the wilderness would go without a hitch."
El Diablo waits for a few seconds before responding.
"Is that all?"
"All that I care to reveal right now."
"Well, I don't know why the likes of you cares about being a criminal, but if you're the one asking, I guess you'd make a fine addition to our ranks. You can choose an office anywhere on the first or second floor that isn't already occupied."
"Thank you." Shamazon walks away, back into the elevator. While attempting to push the button to go to the second floor, Shamazon's hand slips to the side, causing the button to slide in a weird direction, and for the elevator to be pulled along a different track than usual, seemingly entering a completely separate space from the WCL building before the doors open again. Shamazon steps out, and the moment he does so, the elevator disappears behind him, leaving him with no choice but to traverse this place in order to return to the normal building.