ZABO meets General Froze: Part I
In a dingy, musty dungeon, ZABO is shackled to the wall. He looks beaten and disheveled,and a little cold. A gloating villain enters.
General Froze: Aha! I've caught you now!
ZABO: Well, am hoping you'll enjoy yourself.
General Froze: Oh, I will, I will. I intend to gloat over the capture of my arch nemesis.
ZABO: ZABO may be your arch nemesis, but you are not ZABO's. You can gloat, but you'll never be more than second best, no, I think Doc Broc might be secondary arch foe. You might not even break ZABO's top five.
General Froze: Enough of this! Bring him his dinner!
Lackeys walk in pushing a dining cart loaded down with covered dishes. A tablecloth under the dishes hides the rest of cart so it's impossible to tell if there is more food on a lower shelf of the cart.
General Froze: Eat up, ZABO. It is nutritious, yet delicious...just the way you like it.
ZABO: ZABO prefers delicious, yet nutritious, actually...
General Froze: And to help you eat it, I've adapted these robotic arms I purchased from Widget1. lifts up the tablecloth to reveal the dining cart is actually a complex machine with robotic arms on which sits the covered dishes. He removes the covers of the dishes to reveal...
ZABO: recoiling in horror It's a wegetable.
General Froze: That's right, my good hero. Your reward for failure. You'll have to eat your wedge, ahem, vegetables. Look. It's arranged like a crudites plate. You have a platter of cauliflower, carrots, celery, green peppers, those are particularly tasty, I grew them myself in my garden, and...
Doctor Broccoli: Heh heh heh. Second best arch foe, am I?
ZABO: Broccoli!
General Froze: Yes. And also, a nice dipping sauce: mayonnaise.
ZABO: Gasp!
General Froze: Put on his head restraints.
Lackeys Attach head restraints to hold ZABO's head in position for the robotic arms to feed him.
General Froze: Doctor, would you..?
Doctor Broccoli: Oh, I'd be honoured!
Doctor Broccoli walks over the cart and presses the red button. The arm picks up a carrot. Dips it in mayonaise and brings it to ZABO's mouth. ZABO tries valiantly to resist it, but the carrot forces it's way in.
General Froze: The infrared positioning technology is really quite ingenious.
Doctor Broccoli: Your peppers are quite lovely.
General Froze: Thank you. Your broccoli is stunning, tell me what fertilizer do you use?
Chatting the villains exit, leaving ZABO to his meatless fate.
General Froze: Aha! I've caught you now!
ZABO: Well, am hoping you'll enjoy yourself.
General Froze: Oh, I will, I will. I intend to gloat over the capture of my arch nemesis.
ZABO: ZABO may be your arch nemesis, but you are not ZABO's. You can gloat, but you'll never be more than second best, no, I think Doc Broc might be secondary arch foe. You might not even break ZABO's top five.
General Froze: Enough of this! Bring him his dinner!
Lackeys walk in pushing a dining cart loaded down with covered dishes. A tablecloth under the dishes hides the rest of cart so it's impossible to tell if there is more food on a lower shelf of the cart.
General Froze: Eat up, ZABO. It is nutritious, yet delicious...just the way you like it.
ZABO: ZABO prefers delicious, yet nutritious, actually...
General Froze: And to help you eat it, I've adapted these robotic arms I purchased from Widget1. lifts up the tablecloth to reveal the dining cart is actually a complex machine with robotic arms on which sits the covered dishes. He removes the covers of the dishes to reveal...
ZABO: recoiling in horror It's a wegetable.
General Froze: That's right, my good hero. Your reward for failure. You'll have to eat your wedge, ahem, vegetables. Look. It's arranged like a crudites plate. You have a platter of cauliflower, carrots, celery, green peppers, those are particularly tasty, I grew them myself in my garden, and...
Doctor Broccoli: Heh heh heh. Second best arch foe, am I?
ZABO: Broccoli!
General Froze: Yes. And also, a nice dipping sauce: mayonnaise.
ZABO: Gasp!
General Froze: Put on his head restraints.
Lackeys Attach head restraints to hold ZABO's head in position for the robotic arms to feed him.
General Froze: Doctor, would you..?
Doctor Broccoli: Oh, I'd be honoured!
Doctor Broccoli walks over the cart and presses the red button. The arm picks up a carrot. Dips it in mayonaise and brings it to ZABO's mouth. ZABO tries valiantly to resist it, but the carrot forces it's way in.
General Froze: The infrared positioning technology is really quite ingenious.
Doctor Broccoli: Your peppers are quite lovely.
General Froze: Thank you. Your broccoli is stunning, tell me what fertilizer do you use?
Chatting the villains exit, leaving ZABO to his meatless fate.