In the IBG's Evil lair, a floating skull wearing a wrestling mask floated into the main room, where the IBG sat seated around their meeting table.

"I am Senor Muerte! And I demand to be allowed into the group!"

ADP: "Blimey, guv, you're a floating skull. Why should we let you in?"

"Because I can do this!"

Senor Muerte's gaze fell upon Austin Danger Powers stack of porno magazines which suddenly erupted into flames.

ADP: "Ahh! Not me best nasties! OK, mate, since by looking at the role call in the earlier post, we're understaffed, you're in."

"Excellente. Now, who has candy for Muerte?"