You step into the dimly lit laboratory, filled with bubbling concoctions and ominous machinery.

Shadows dance on the walls, cast by the flickering flames of Bunsen burners.

In the center, surrounded by monitors displaying sinister blueprints, stands Dr. Evil, his eyes gleaming with malevolent glee.

"So, you've finally made it," Dr. Evil sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "But you're too late, my plans have entered their final stage and your planet is doomed!"

It all seems hopeless, but you've got one last trick up your sleeve. What do you do?