Cobra Commander: COOOOOBRAAAAAAA!
Skeletor: Ow! That hurt my ears, you fucker!
Cobra Commander: I'm am pleassssed to ssssee you all here. Are you all sssssset to make a lot of money!?
~ general grumbling ~
Cobra Commander: I said… ARE YOU ALL SSSSET TO MAKE A LOT OF FUCKING MONEY?
~slight cheering~
Cobra Commander: Then the American COOOOBRAAAAA Network is for you! This sssssysstem is ssssimple in its intricassssy. You only get what you put into it. You begin by building from the top!
IRS: That's structurally unsound. Is this a pyramid scheme?
Cobra Commander: Of course not. As you can see from our logo, the triangular figure is rounded on the bottom. It isn't a pyramid, it's a CONE!
Hulk: I don't know about this, brother. What do you think, Jake?
Jake Roberts: I don't know, I was distracted by Triklops' new look. Very snazzy.
Triklops: Every moment I live is AAAAAAGONYYY! COMPLETE UTTER FUCKING AGONYYYYY!
Jake Roberts: So you're working the junk out of your system too? Say, Skel, where'd that title belt come from?
Skeletor: I gave it to myself! I thought it was a rather original idea.
Ted Dibiase: Meh, it's been done.
Triple H: Yup, and I'm far too important for this shot. Why, once my wedding comes around I won't need to work at all anymore.
Ted Dibiase: You work now?
Hacksaw: That's right, tough guys! HOOOO!
Cobra Commander: Oncccce you ssssstart your own evil busssinessss, you will need to recruit more evil beingssssss. Ssssstarting at the minion level, you mussssst hire ten recruitssss to be promoted to sssssidekick. Oncccccce your new minionssss have recruited ten minionsssss apiece, you are automatically placcccccccced in the rank of massssstermind! From there it'sssss a sssssmall ssssstep up to evil geniussssss and ssssssupervillain. HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
IRS: That would require the participation of 10,000,000,000 people for anyone to reach the supervillain level! There are nowhere near that many figures in the apartment, and of those here many would never want anything to do with an evil organization! What the fuck?
Trapjaw: Hey, I'm finally on camera, face and all, and not blurry!
Roddy Piper: Say, Casey? I thought you were a good-natured vigilante / referee. What are you doing here?
Casey: Satan brought me. I'm trying to sell my soul for a new hand.
Satan: How'd you lose it in the first place?