Evil Con Carne (segment)


 * Hector: Attention, League of Nations, you will lower your pathetic defenses and turn control of the planet over to me, Hector Con Carne. Oh, that was horrible! Bad Boskov! Bad bear!
 * Skarr: I hate to be the bearer of bad news, sir, but the League of Nations had sent a team of crack commandos to stop us.
 * Hector: Commandos? How can we stop them from kicking our butts, General Skarr?
 * Skarr: Hmmm. Cover our butts with our hands, sir?
 * Hector: Hmmm. Major Doctor Ghastly. Suggestions?
 * Ghastly: Well, chief. The best thing to do in these situations is to listen to your gut.
 * Stomach: I'm hungry.
 * Hector: Arrrgh! The Doomsday Device! Boskov, quickly!