Weird Al shrugged. "Okay, so. You know all those 'Powers That Be' that oppose each other? Things like, say, Life versus Death. Up versus Down, Good versus Evil, Light versus Dark, Creamy versus Crunchy. In order for the universe to be a decent place to hang out, you gotta get the right balance between each of those. If there's too much light or too much dark, either way you can't see the nose on your face. And it probably doesn't surprise you all to learn that sometimes there are things that serve to embody all of those."

Borgmann, now joined by Sambre and a reluctant Haldings, nodded. "Yes, the Foundation at large has dealt with its fair share of elementals and deities."

"Yeah, so get this. As you may have noticed, something's out of whack. A certain scale has tipped way too far in one direction, and now the only things that are resisting it are things that embody its opposite, such as me and the big slug over there."

"I am not permitted to confer with non-Foundation personnel at the risk of potentially revealing sensitive and or classified information!" spouted Lawbert from under the sheet. Al arched one of his eyebrows even further.

"Actually, it's a little interesting that Jabba there's immune. He seems like an expert conformist, takes the rules very seriously."

Doctor Sambre thought for a second, then frowned. "…So, you mean that whatever the force causing all this is, conformity and law would be aligned with it?"

"Yep. It's an offshoot of Order and Chaos: Serious versus Silly! Sense against nonsense! Get weird and enlist, soldier!" Al hopped in the air, a big smile on his face. He then pivoted and threw an eggplant at the wall as hard as he could, but it cartoonishly boomeranged back towards him before it hit. Sambre's frown deepened.