by Smasher and Shock Headed Peter
Somewhere else:
It was a cavelike structure, with high-tech gizmos all around. Shock-Headed Peter was mixing chemicals, and Smasher, still brainwashed to be a villain, stood by his side.
"When do we STRIKE?" asked Smasher.
"When we are ready! How many times do I have to tell you?" replied Shock-Headed Peter.
"When will that be?" said Smasher.
"When I say so!" replied Shock-Headed Peter.
"Grrr... I have been programed to kill the MBL, not to stand around here and do nothing while they rebuild!" Smasher turned toward his right, where he saw Hammer watching TV, and on it was a special report about the MBL's new headquarters.
"That's it... I'm out of here!" Smasher flew right through the roof, leaving rubble in his wake.
Shock-Headed Peter: "Shit! First the Hypertime Entity leaves. Whoever knows where the hell Viper will be next and not this! Maybe I should just give up this pointless team!"
Hammer burped loudly.
Shock-Headed Peter just screamed in frustration.
A figure entered the Infamous Bedlam Gang cave, a twenty-year-old man in a cream sweater and black jeans. He smiled warmly.
Shock-Headed Peter: "Who are you?"
Joel: "Hi, I'm the writer of this post. It's my last, or should I say, yours."
Shock-Headed Peter: "What are you driveling on about?"
Joel: "Didn't you say you'd retire before the millennium?"
Shock-Headed Peter: "Yes, but... I haven't beaten them yet!"
Joel: "Mm-hmm. You never will. You see, you don't even have an origin. You're just an uninspired super-genius bad guy. You started out having nothing to do with this whole serial fiction thing, then got pulled into it."
Shock-Headed Peter: "This is pathetic? Are you really trying to convince me I don't exist?"
Joel: "Listen. For the duration of this post, I am God. This is why none of your minions have attacked me. We're not even in a cave anymore. Look."
Shock-Headed Peter looked around to see a bedroom littered with garish clothing, manhandled books, painted white with a groovy sixties carpet. "This is..."
Joel: "My room. Your birthplace. Your burial ground. Goodbye, Shock-Headed Peter. You were... clichéd."
"Not as clichéd as this whole scene aaaaahhhhh..." Shock-Headed Peter was unravelled from existence into a stream of ones and noughts.
Joel: "I think I'll give the MBL a breather, let others do the writing for a bit. Next time, the bad guy I make will be bigger than anything thus seen. Still, while I'm here..."
Joel released from his hand a tiny metallic seed, marked with a sign that read, "NOT TO BE OPENED UNTIL JAN 7th."
Joel: "Peace, out."