Comrades… my dear, dear comrades.
Victory is ours.
I am pleased to announce that OPERATION: OLICAUST was a grand success. After imprisoning Oliver – a feat which required the kind of agility, mental genius, and stunningly good looks that only I possess – I menacingly taunted him for hours. He pretended to think it was a game, but I know that underneath that moronically cheerful exterior is a cat with a broken soul.
Figure 15. What you know bout me? What you, what you know bout me?
I think I’ll have a nice warm bath and think about Oliver’s starving, cramped, immobile body slowly deteriorating in catjail.
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Wonderful, wonderful! But enough about me. You vanquished the Oli-garchy. Nice bag of tricks, almost makes me envious. Wonderful, wonderful!