Crab-walking behind the toothy whirling dervish that is Mini-Me, Doctor Evil pulls his quasi-futuristic suit coat up over his nose and wipes his watering eyes.
"No. No, no. That won't do. As a weapon it is very effective, yeah, but at what cost? At what cost, my perfect clone?"
He watches Mini-Me go after a tracksuit's ankles.
"Yeah. Terrible twos. Every clone has them, my evil genetics team tells me. Very ornery. Also rabid."
He nods, pushes himself off the bar to dodge a Tracksuit and runs at a section of wall, hand out to hit the door mechanism hidden in plain sight. He trusts Mini- Me will follow like a good clone.
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Is.
That.
SMELL?
Crab-walking behind the toothy whirling dervish that is Mini-Me, Doctor Evil pulls his quasi-futuristic suit coat up over his nose and wipes his watering eyes.
"No. No, no. That won't do. As a weapon it is very effective, yeah, but at what cost? At what cost, my perfect clone?"
He watches Mini-Me go after a tracksuit's ankles.
"Yeah. Terrible twos. Every clone has them, my evil genetics team tells me. Very ornery. Also rabid."
He nods, pushes himself off the bar to dodge a Tracksuit and runs at a section of wall, hand out to hit the door mechanism hidden in plain sight. He trusts Mini- Me will follow like a good clone.
Once he's done chewing.
And possibly flossing.