Doctor Evil watches a suction dart go flying toward the bulletin board and stick to the wall with a loud twang before he turns his attention to this new person.

"Riiiiiiight. Okay."

He blinks and lifts his chin, brushing biscotti crumbs off his chest.

"I am 'enjoying' an 'e-vil cappuccino' while my clone finds some new toys." His eyes narrow. "Why? What have you heard?"

Beat.

"And do you have an Eggo? No? Oh, well. Worth a shot."