Within an ominous abandoned garage, around a single card table, Mastermind, the crime cabal leader, presided over a meeting of impeccable consequences.
"...This session of Villains Inc. will come to order!" Mastermind shouted. "Now, we all know the plan?"
"(Hss) Steal prrriceless rrrubies!" Catrina, the Cat Burglar and gangster moll, declared, scraping her claws across the table.
"Steal more technology for better robots!" Dr. Dome, the inventor, insisted. "World domination!"
"Dominate the world," Vanderice retorted, "or freeze it where it spins?"
"First, we get out of this slum and convene at my mansion." Floyd Richman, the shady businessman, decreed. "Then, we pull the largest scale bank heist on record."
"Shrink Miss Liberty down to a more manageable size!" Dr. Small, the shrinking scientist, declared raising his Shrink Ray eye monocle.
Mastermind banged his gavel.
"Alas we appear stalemated on a plan." he declared, glancing about at the bickering villains. "Can we at least agree upon a common enemy?"
"The police!" Catrina hissed.
"The technologically inept!" Dome retorted.
"Teen Justice!" Dr. Vanderice shouted, shooting his Frost Ray in frustration.
The abandoned garage dripped in ice.
"We have some differences to work out." Mastermind snorted, shaking some snow from his head. "Adjourned..."
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Kent Brindley
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Hard when everyone is the CEO of their own franchise. No room for success in the spinoffs.