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Snickering Minions
Jul. 3rd, 2006 06:18 pmThe problem with being pure evil— with having a black, wizened little heart— is that when you have a head cold, nobody will coddle you. I feel like Saruman, surrounded by snickering minions.
"In my moment of weakness, all of my friends have turned on me. They think this is funny," I said to Randy.
"You stocked your pond with piranha," he said. "What did you think was going to happen?"
John keeps turning the words "snickering minions" around in his mouth, as if enjoying their flavor. So he's no help.
Okay, enough whining for now. Back to plotting evil.
"In my moment of weakness, all of my friends have turned on me. They think this is funny," I said to Randy.
"You stocked your pond with piranha," he said. "What did you think was going to happen?"
John keeps turning the words "snickering minions" around in his mouth, as if enjoying their flavor. So he's no help.
Okay, enough whining for now. Back to plotting evil.
