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Evil Genius: Aftermath
My doorbell went and although I don't usually answer it, because in the majority of cases its bad news rather than good, this time I did.
"Good afternoon sir, would you be interested in buying some double-glazing..."
"Dr. Roxburgh! THE Dr. Roxburgh?!" I exclaimed, my mouth agape and my finger pointing straight at the gentleman in question.
There in my doorway stood a short man of about five feet and three inches, hunched slightly forwards in a grey woolen suit. Over his right eye was a thick black eyepatch and in his left hand he was carrying a legal briefcase.
"Er..."
"It is you! I thought I recognised you. What on earth are you doing selling double-glazing man?! Shouldn't you be trying to take over the world?"
"The World Court has a TRO against me coming within a mile of any secret underground lairs. I'm forced to rebuild my family fortune by selling windows"
I shook my head slowly in pity, here was one of the world's last great megalomaniacs. More dastardly than Saddam, more flamboyant than Milosovich, more murderously twisted than Stalin, reduced to this. I leaned forwards, checking the hallway for anyone else and whispered conspiratorially;
"If you need any henchmen, let me know" and winked. He winked back.
Jul.11.2005