If you're an evil mastermind stuck in Tarpon Springs, Florida, and traffic at a local restaurant is bothering you, what do you do? Enlist the local police as your unwitting stooges.
Of course, when you've had your whole body shot off you can pretty much say that about anything.
Oh hey! I must quickly correct a grievous error. Longtime fave space adventure comic Indavo reached its conclusion a while back, but we neglected to say anything! That oversight has now been corrected. I have to set aside a solid week or so myself sometime soon and go through the entire archive.