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Oct. 1st, 2004 01:17 pm*A loud crash sounds outside the front door. Several seconds go by before a voice marked by a curious, stilted inflection can be heard growing steadily closer.*
Mini-me? Where are you? Do you want me to call Clones R' Us and place an order for a new rep-li-ca? Is that what you want? I think I would make my new clone one-seventh my size. To differentiate, you understand. Less Liliputian... or would that be more? I don't do math.
It is ridiculously dark out here.*more crashing* Who left that gardening tool there? Honestly. I'm ok. Ok. Walking it off. Doesn't hurt a bit. Daddy's fine.
This is not acceptable, Mini-me. Remind me to tie a frickin' anchor around your diminutive neck. See how you like that, you irritating megalomanic. No, I didn't mean that. Really. You are my clone, and Daddy loves you. Now get back here right now before I melt the planet. Mr. Bigglesworth is not amused. *pause* Daddy's going to be mad if you went through this door.
*The door opens. Dr Evil stands in the entrance holding a cat completely devoid of fur. He blinks at the sudden light and covers Mr. Bigglesworth's eyes with one hand. Bottom lip protruding in an odd manner, Dr. Evil thrusts his shoulders back and glares imperiously around the bar.*
A bar. Riiiiiight. *hopefully* Is it an evil bar?
Mini-me? Where are you? Do you want me to call Clones R' Us and place an order for a new rep-li-ca? Is that what you want? I think I would make my new clone one-seventh my size. To differentiate, you understand. Less Liliputian... or would that be more? I don't do math.
It is ridiculously dark out here.*more crashing* Who left that gardening tool there? Honestly. I'm ok. Ok. Walking it off. Doesn't hurt a bit. Daddy's fine.
This is not acceptable, Mini-me. Remind me to tie a frickin' anchor around your diminutive neck. See how you like that, you irritating megalomanic. No, I didn't mean that. Really. You are my clone, and Daddy loves you. Now get back here right now before I melt the planet. Mr. Bigglesworth is not amused. *pause* Daddy's going to be mad if you went through this door.
*The door opens. Dr Evil stands in the entrance holding a cat completely devoid of fur. He blinks at the sudden light and covers Mr. Bigglesworth's eyes with one hand. Bottom lip protruding in an odd manner, Dr. Evil thrusts his shoulders back and glares imperiously around the bar.*
A bar. Riiiiiight. *hopefully* Is it an evil bar?
