"I used to know some evil physicists. They helped design my Big Boy. Yeah. Launched me into orbit. I left instructions for them to be liquidated, however. They were insolent. They ate all the Hot Pockets." Eyebrows arched, Doctor Evil considers his options and lands on, "Yes?"

He freezes, eyes on the fruit.

"Why? Is it an.... evil fruit?" he asks, hopefully, eyes darting to Mini-Me and back.