A favorite tip to keep the smug, effete undead at bay when I'M in my wolf form is to eat a Sicilian first thing after transforming. The garlicky breath more than suffices to keep them at a tolerable distance.
Con: their gold chains are a bitch when they get stuck between my teeth.
I think even non-Werewolves could use the chapter on how to handle yourself after you wake up naked in an unknown location... surrounded by dismembered corpses of vagrants and prostitutes...
But also: do they do an online discount? Do they have the finest cotton sheets? Do they have a 24 disposal service (and when I say disposal, I mean removal of tardy or insubordinate henchmen who've been bloodily and, sometimes, unneccesarily dismembered)? Thought not.
@Bigdamnhero: And I know all my super villain friends really enjoy the mini-bagel pizzas she sends down during our weekly evil meetings. It really picks you up during a late night of plotting and scheming. Now if I could just get my sister to stay out of my lab . . .
@RandomFrequentFlierDent: At least it's not the garage. Do you know how hard it is to plot world domination while you're squeezed into the space between a mini van and the recycling bin? Fucking hard. Especially when nobody puts the goddamn tools back where they belong. I can't fucking build a Illudium Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator without a damn Phillips-head screwdriver, okay? Would it kill you to put it back in the tool drawer where it belongs? Would it?
That's why my lair is in Dimension Z. Seriously, what do I care about global warming? As soon as one reality is worn out, I trade it in for the nearest neighboring parallel dimension.
@Chip Overclock: The perfect location for an evil lair just occurred to me. Under a prison. Maybe a bit light on the entertainment, but perfect for recruitment, and if you run is Shawshank-style you can turn a nice little profit as well.
@Evil Tortie's Mom: R.O.A.C.H.: We have a health plan too, BTW. Includes dental and eye care. I'm confident we can skip the entire interview process with you, based on your profile on the Evil League of Evil's social networking site, your evil references, and your reputation in the evil industry.
That's why my secret lair is inside the Krakatoa volcano. Unfortunately, rising costs of doing mad science have forced me to rent the place, which is currently occupied by another ioniner (LittleDragon).
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Con: their gold chains are a bitch when they get stuck between my teeth.
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Right?
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#@!
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But also: do they do an online discount? Do they have the finest cotton sheets? Do they have a 24 disposal service (and when I say disposal, I mean removal of tardy or insubordinate henchmen who've been bloodily and, sometimes, unneccesarily dismembered)? Thought not.
Just dial 1-800-ROACH MOTEL today.
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. . . oh.
09/19/09
I find the snickerdoodles Mom leaves on the dryer help me focus my eeeevil thoughts. You?
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If R.O.A.C.H. doesn't work out, can I join your evil organization? Get me unlimited buffet and daiquiri privileges, plus good A/C, and I'm there.
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