After the Synthoid Conspiracy

"Make sure those Sssssynthoid machines are fully functional. I am not payying you to ssssslack off." said Cobra Commander, as they entered their new base. A replica of the original Synthoid technology was being built inside it.

Destro, the Baroness, and the Crimson Twins were looking at him confused. Which was revealed with Destro's comments, "Why are you rebuilding this infernal machine again? Didn't the Joes just defeat it? They still have the original at the old base. They could use it to aid in detection of more Synthoid replacements. Hell, they could create their own with it."

"First, I paid Zartan top dollar for thissss. Second, I am ssssee I am the only one to view the potential of it. Potential to enrich Cobra!"

"The idea of enrichment..." started Tomax, who with his brother headed the business front of Cobra, Extensive Enterprises.

"...intrigues us. But..." continued his brother Xamot, as they finished together.

"... how do we make money from it?"

"No ones ssssees the obviousss potential of a machine which can make copies of anyone? Perfect physical and mental copies, or at least close enough, which are completely disposable and loyal?

The ssssex toy potential of this thing payssss for itself! Hookerssss who can be made to look like celebrities or other famous people or people you know... which go puff with a push of a button. To make Destro rest easier, all Cobra personal is blocked out without an advance ssssecurity code only the five of us have.

Of course, G.I.Joe personal are not. In case you desire a case of ssssport, either in the arena... or the bedroom. Everyone here has full accesssss to create their own synthoids for testing this new line of richesss for Cobra!" answered the Commander, as all eyes there lit up with lustful desires.

The Commander continued, "Who would like to go first? And don't worry, I will enforce your privacy. No one in the room, when ssssomeone is making Sssynthoids."