What's The Cure For The Common Cold? World Domination!
“WAH-CHOO!” Dr. Drakken’s head colds were legend, even in the hallowed halls of Upperton State Penitentiary. It was rumored that Duff Killagan went blind AND deaf after being exposed to the raw potency of Drakken’s germs, explaining his sudden absence from the underworld. Looking up at his ceiling, Drew Lipsky indulged in a small smile. Three years of establishing a reputation for near radioactive sinus allergies, no less than two brutal throw downs with the world’s deadliest golfer, and the time and energy to create a realistic sneeze synthesizer out of cigarette cartons and prison ham.
The solitude was oh so worth it.
“Now.” Drakken muttered. “For Phase Two. I’ve rested on my laurels long enough! Yes, laurels, that’s classy talk! Check that wordage out, She’nizzl…” Drakken let the word drop. Right. Shego’s in Lowerton’s Woman’s Prison And Bakery. Rubbing his face, Dr. Drakken remembered his therapy sessions. He would /not/ annunciate his plans to a henchwoman who was not there! He could think them to himself! He did not need Shego as anything more than muscle and the occasional sounding board. He was his own villain, a threat in his own right, a loner, a rebel WITH a cause!
“Oh, who am I kidding.” Drakken carefully took a loose brick out of the wall. “I need my best lieutenant in the field, anyway, to supervise the re-build up. Fortunately, this plan cannot fail! Because…” Drakken held up his prize, recovered from the “Emotion Sickness” incident. A fully functional-well, with some duct tape and TLC it will be funny functional-Kimmunucator! “With this, Team Possible’s own methods will be turned against them! That fat little Wade boy never leaves his room, you see, yes, and is paranoid enough to make a habit of almost always being the one to contact Possible, not the other way around! She and that buffo…” Drakken winced, rubbing his side subconsciously. “That /Stoppable/ would not fall for any ordinary ruse, but they might just fall for this. Oooh, I can picture the look on their faces, being the instruments with which their greatest enemy regains his rightful resources and place as GREATIST CRIMINAL THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
A pounding on the door. “That don’t sound like no head cold, Lipsky!”
Oh snap the guards! “Oh, ah, well, officer…” Cough cough! “Side effect, you see!” Drakken doubled over, “hacking” and mixing his patented Evil Laugh Number Fourty-Five in. “Comes with fooling around with-kaffkaffHAHAHAHAkaff!-super-science.
The guard narrowed her eyes. “I’mma watchin youse.” The woman slammed the peep strip shut. Drakken smiled, sitting back on the bed, double-checking the Quick Cougher, and opening the Kimmunicator.
*Beep beep eep eep* “Kim and Ron, come in! Come in!” Perfect! The voice modulator and pre-recorded actions are working like some sort of mystical fetish designed to ward off evil spirits and bad luck! He’d have to get one of those, while he was at it… “You have a new mission, Kim!”
(OOC: *waves* Hey folks, just got approved as Drakken. Hope this little plot is entertaining for everyone!) Current Mood: E-VILLE!