***A giant vacuum pulls everybody, and all debris, out of the dank and unpleasantly moist open pit in the ground, which all gets deposited into a smelly and unpleasantly decorated sickly green room with Gauss pop machines as the replacement lair is installed to replace the destroyed lair. After a number of hours spent arguing with each other, several very badly aimed not really close orbital strikes, a rather loud distant horrific sound and massive ground shaking cause by the orbital warship being shot down and crashing in flames, and lots of dodging Gauss Pop maching fire the poor fools that had been in the dank and unpleasantly moist open pit get shoved into the new bar and down the new trap door that deposits them into the brand spanking new dank and unpleasantly moist underground lair. Over in the corner, sitting on his new throne is a glaring Achoo holding a new roll of toilet paper.***
So you poor fools have rediscovered my lair! You are doomed! Doomed I tell you! Now wait your turn!
***Achoo shuts the throne room door. Several minutes later there is a loud flushing sound. The door opens up and Achoo goes over to the unpleasantly dank and moist sinks to wash his hands as distinctly unpleasant 80's era musac plays from carefully concealed speakers.***
