"All hail the Empire of The Evil Toys!" "Hah! Another success!"

"Wait... there's something wrong, Professor Gangrene! Fingerless-gloved hands aren't part of Nazi uniform are they?" "Bugger... perhaps it's just a blip?" "Just a blip? My boney ass you bug-eyed Freak Gangrene - that's the mark of a Cy-Girl!"

"ooo... what's happening...

... I feel all... all...

... good and full of righteous fury!"

"Right, you duck-headed freak; chain-saw my head off , eh?" "'twas a simple mis-understan..." "You too you alien scumbag!"

"Hah! Professor Gangrene will not die so easily - I created you... I can destroy you again!"

... oops, missed. Oh, dear... not good..."

Time for a quick cut back to Pink Box Security's HQ;

"... and now you must see our My Little Pony Stables; Prettyblow and Joyjob have just had an adorable little foal; we're going to call him Blowj..."

(I'm gonna barf... ... hang on, can Lobster aliens barf? Truly I have died and gone to a bright pink hell!)

"General Midge, ma'am; news from our agent within the Evil Toys HQ; the serum worked - their captured Barbie has rejected the evil plastic and gone nutzoid." "Excellent news - contact the troops, it's time to put Operation Toy Freedom into action."

"But a few pages back you said you were unprepared?" "Yeah, but the writer's getting tired, he wants to get this rambling mess of a story tied up as quickly as possible. And we always had a Plan B... "Plan B?" "A full frontal assault!"

"Woohoo!" "No, Mayor Ackbar... not *that* kind of full frontal. Sorry." "...and sorry MWD readers too."