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(int.: the "Sympathy for Villains Club"; this evening, the sympathetic villains are now overcome with sadness, thinking that no one, in any world, will offer them sympathy for their deeds. In his office, the club's founder, Sideshow Bob, is looking at a portrait of his family, and at a stuffed toy version of a dead Bart Simpson, yet, he feels empty, inside.)

Sideshow Bob: (sighs sadly, looks to the heavens, and sings) I don't know if you can hear me,
Or if you're even there.
I don't know if you would listen
To a villain's prayer.

Yes, I know I'm just an outcast,
I shouldn't speak to you.
Still, I see your face, and wonder,
"Where you once an outcast, too?"

God, help the outcasts,
Hungry from birth.
Show them the mercy
They don't find on Earth.

God, help my people,
We look to you, still.
God, help the outcasts,
Or nobody will...

Robot Mafia: I ask for wealth...

Discord: I ask for fame...

Crikey and Criminals: I ask for glory to shine on my name...

Ice King: I ask for love...

Global Warmer: ...I can possess...

Villains: I ask for God and his angels to bless me...

Sideshow Bob: I ask for nothing,
I can get by.
But I know so many
Less lucky than I.

Please help my people,
The poor and down-trod.
I thought we all were
The children of God...

God, help the outcasts,
Children of... God.