Meanwhile...

Devan preformed the turtle equivalent of snapping his fingers. "Eureka! That's it!" he cried, then ran off to find his yellow #1 Henchlizard, who turned out to be asleep.
"#1 Henchlizard!" cried Devan, pulling all the covers off of the bed. "Wake up! Assemble the construction team! I have a failproof scheme to defeat Jazz once and for all!"
The #1 Henchlizard didn't say all of other Devan's schemes had been "failproof", too. He didn't say they had failed. He didn't praise his boss's intellect. But he did rub the sleep out of his eyes and mutter "oog gla durb?" in a a confused manner.
Devan was inperturbed. He grabbed the cup of coffee #1 Henchlizard kept by his bedside and poored it over the unfortunate animal's head, which did suceed in causing the normal level of consciousness.
"Quickly! Assemble the construction team!" Devan repeated.
The #1 Henchlizard (now referred to as #1 for abbreviation's sake) groaned. "Boss, they've got a job. They're building some sort of complex where you work things. Or something."
"What?!" Devan cried, angrilly. "Who DARES hire my construction team when I need them to help me take over the world?!"
"Well, he called himself..." said #1, pausing for dramatic effect, "Scorpi-CEO."(1)


(1): Scorpi-CEO: n
1. A bizarre mutated being caused by the CEO of some company being infected by Ben-Class Scorpions, until they merge into a single living being which walks like a man, looks like a man crossed with a scorpion, and doesn't smell too good, either.
2. A common hallucination.