NTU-150 was sitting in his lab one day, trying to figure out how to build a giant samurai robot when an enigmatic presence suddenly appeared behind him. He turned around.

"Yes, can I help—you? Not, you! I—ARGH!" NTU cried out with excruciating pain as a deadly blasted his brains out. And the mysterious presence left.

The LL heard NTU’s scream and came rushing in.

"My God!" Jarvis exclaimed in horror as he saw what was left of NTU on the floor.

"What—could do that to a person?" Starseed gasped.

Suddenly, the mysterious presence reappeared. It was...

...ALANIS MORRISETTE.

"No! Get away! GAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!" Starseed hit her with a blast of GAAHH!! power, but her terrible shrieking cancelled out its effects and left the Legion powerless and mindless.

Alanis Morrisette stood supreme.

At that moment, Dr. Strange teleported in. "No, abomination, you shall not destroy the Lair Legion. Wait—fiend you may be, but Alanis you are not!" And Dr. Strange utilized his Eye of Agamotto on Alanis, and she was revealed to be merely a vessel for an M-body of...

...THE SHAPER OF WORLDS.

"Man," the shaper said, "a cosmic entity can’t have any fun." And he disappeared.

That affable cosmic entity known as The Shaper of Worlds materialized inside of LL mansion.

"Oh no, he’s back!" Jarvis screeched. "LL assemble."

"What be the meaning of this?" The Shaper looked at all the sneering faces.

"I’ll teach you to sick Alanis Morrisette on me!" NTU-150, resurrected by some plot device or other, leaped at The Shaper of Worlds. The Shaper merely waved him away with a hand.

"Let me handle this." Bubba stepped forward and created a force-field around The Shaper with his cosmic powers. However, The Shaper himself being cosmically powered, dissolved the field and was prepared to battle Bubba.

The banshee Alanis Morrisette crashed through the window and started screeching deadly death.

"What? Begone, abomination!" And Shaper cast her away with a wave of his hand.

"But—if you’re here, and that’s her—" Fin Fang Foom began.

"Ah, yes. One of my M-bodies must have been causing trouble again. I apologize for any inconvenience, LL. Good day." And with that, the Shaper was gone.

"I didn’t get to use my Cool Whip!" Lisa bawled.

Lisa the loquacious lady lawyer began spouting impossibly long words at the gremlins in front of her, and the gremlins promptly curled up in fetal positions.

"Good work, Lisa! Another job well done!" Jarvis congratulated her.

"My lactose-tolerant gremlins! You’ll pay for that, sis! I’ll lock you up and feed you nothing but my prose! I’ll kick your grass!

Hahahahahaah!" Moo, sporting one of those "Got Milk?" t-shirts, suddenly turned her "Got Milk" power on Jarvis, who directly had an inexplicable craving for 2% milk.

Lisa was not pleased. "Jarvie, I got some Cool Whip for ya..." Jarvis was now caught in a quandary. Both parties further exerted their influence on Jarvis, who wavered between the two.

"Enough!" Moo said as she blasted Jarvis with 2 tons of BS, instantly taking him out.

"You can’t do that!" Fin Fang Foom shouted as he dive-bombed from the sky and clawed Moo. Moo was unimpressed by the gargantuan alien shape-shifting dragon, as she straightway made him eat grass.

"Yes!" Baron Zemo cried with joy. His alliance with The Diabolical Dr. Moo had looked to be a sure weapon against the likes of Jarvis and his accursed Lair Legion. Pegasus, Venom, and The Late Great Donald Blake stood by his side, contemplating the disjointed regulars.

Starseed unleashed a mighty burst of GAAHH! power, which churned up the ground around Zemo but left the man himself miraculously untouched.

"Fool!" Zemo screeched. "Did you think Bubba was tied up to that post for no reason? I—"

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"Why, that is INCONCIEVABLE!" T W Willow said.

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"I’ve crashed, and I can’t boot up!" NTU-150 said, mysteriously resurrected after having been viciously assailed by the banshee, Alanis.

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"YEARGH!"

The Shaper of Worlds was laughing jocularly at his own insane, sugar-boosted antics. He was wreaking havoc on the Parodyverse.

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"This has gone on long enough, Shaper," the figure said.

"Y-you!?"

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