Despite the warm apple pie provided by the Krindles, I still have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Although the bank in town appeared to be undefended, the frail old women that were behind the counters seemed to be measuring me up. And I would swear the blind one with the glasses winked at me.
In any case, I have ordered the replacement gene sequencer and the economy-pack of test tubes for my new lab. There are only a few rats down here, but I plan to order some from the pet store to boost their numbers.
Perhaps they can be my new army of minions, instead of the ridiculous rejects I received from Hire-a-Comrade last year. They barely spoke English, tried to give me a cough drop every time I began an evil laugh, and I swear they put bleach in my cloning vat.
Anyhow, I shall soon rise to power again, and become a force to be reckoned with. Until then, I shall finish my apple pie.
In the Name of Evil Everywhere,
-Dr. von Vandersnitch
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