Brainulo, your deformity has...

It's not a deformity!

Oh, yeah. Your heart wrenching addiction to plastic surgery...

I was born like this, 1000 years from now!

Right, Okay.

Screw your brotherhood Scaramantula. I came here in a robot! The only reason I've deigned to ally my superior mind with this syndicate of small brains is to exact revenge upon Dr. Venture for stranding me here in 19-Shitty-Nine

We'll get to that. But first we must give a warm Fraternity of Torment welcome to our newest member, Dr. Fandragon No doubt your supernumerary nipple made you a pariah in your childhood village of Japaninowa.

Yes. That's why I'm all evil now. And I hate Dr. Venture.

As do we all my thoroughly Japanese friend who is easily, easily, six foot two.

Action! Action! Action! Action!

Action! Action! Action!

Woah, whoa, whoa Rodney! What are you doing?

What? I'm winning the day.

Well take it down a notch. I mean Ook-Ook is a mindless savage and even he knows when to pull his punches.

Ook! Ook!

My Chest hurts! My tongue is too big for my mouth!

Take five, Humongoloid. You've fought bravely.

You're late and I told you it was black tie.

This is.

That means formal evening dress. Not a Scooby Doo purple suit with a clip-on that happens to be black

Dean thought I looked nice.

Practically everyone Dad ever worked with is here.

Great. I'm gonna have to talk to the Harlem Globetrotters again?

I bet you wondered how I managed to escape all those times or how I kept my trim figure? Now all my secrets are revealed, ah?

Geez, you'd think he could have built an elevator in here. An escalator. A ramp. Anything!

Ho, two at a time! Like it was yesterday. Come on, Team Venture, winded so soon?

I'm gonna kill him, I swear.

I got plastic knees you son of a bitch!

Richard! You... made it

H-hello again

Jonas.

Yay! Super-car! Go car!

I won't let you keep her, little man

Pardon?

N-nothing.

Fellas, thank God. Listen, do any of you need a roommate?

S'matter? Ain't there enough room for you at the Venture Compound?

The compound's fine, but those kids they keep trying to flush me down the fucking toilet! They think I'm the Ty-D-Bowl man!

Yeah, they're not exactly the brightest bulbs on the ol' Menorah.