"So it's agreed," said the shadowed figure. "We'll use humor to distract the unsuspecting public. Their laughter will blind them to our true purpose and mark us as harmless, all while we prepare for their inevitable doom right under their noses." The figure reached out a hand. "Shark?" "Aye, Vampire." And another figure put his hand on the first. "Sloth?"

"Yup," said another figure, putting his hand on the second. "Cloth?"

"I really don't understand why I have to be Cloth," said Cloth.

"It's just, because your name—" said Vampire.

"Yes, but his name is also Terry," the dark figure pointed, "but he gets to be a shark."

"Well, nothing fits with your last name the way his does, so—"

"I dunno. Addict! I could be Addict. Or Druggist. I should like to be Druggist."

"Fine." Vampire sighed. "You're Druggist. Well? Druggist? Are you in?"

"Yes," said Druggist firmly, adding his hand to the pile. "Cracker?"

"If he doesn't have to be Cloth, I'd rather be something else too."

"What?" asked the sixth. "I thought we were Cheese and Cracker together."

Despite it all, their evil plan came together, and no one really did expect the Spanish Inquisition of 2019.