Doctor Cyclops, tall, thin, and strong, sits in his laboratory, plotting evil scientific deeds. The villagers, torches in hand, have gathered again at the base of his stone tower, shouting loudly, and breaking his concentration. “Igor!” he calls out to his intrepid assistant. “Get the boiling oil.” Igor nods and retreats to a different room. Doctor Cyclops tries to pick up his train of evil thought. The shouting of the villagers takes on an entire new tenor. Igor has completed his task. The Doctor smiles, and reaches for a test tube filled with glowing green liquid...