Typing like Bill Shatner

Head...feels...like...lead...need...coffee...

Later, kids.

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Typing like Bill Shatner

Head...feels...like...lead...need...coffee...

Later, kids.

arghargharghargharghowowowowowowowowow

World Domination

When things change in a man's life, he must adapt and I think I am managing this reasonably well, on most fronts.

I do find, however, that my plans for world-domination, whilst benefiting from finding a willing co-conspirator, have ...evolved... along lines I could not have predicted. Many of the previously decided elements remain unchanged, but there is a certain new perspective overlay that has been incorporated into the design feature.

The history of this change in methodology goes something like this:

Having woken up this morning with a dull head, I wandered downstairs from the Tower, to find colonel_maxim ensconced in front of the telly watching a programme about gadgets. I made myself some coffee and hot buttered crumpets, and went to watch the end of the programme with the aforementioned denizen of the Athenaeum Club. Presented with undeniable evidence of technical progress on the telly, we agreed that our preferred evolutionary path was to develop into brains suspended in a vat of coffee and wired into a gaming console.

Armed with an additional mug of coffee, I then made my way back to The Tower where I fell into a joint plotting session for the next stage of world domination with a certain Young Lady^TM on MSN.

Whilst certain elements of the original plan are immutable - the volcano hideout with sliding-lake concealed launch pads, monorails and collapsing trees etc, and the winged monkey minions, who are tasked to keep our brain-coffee vats maintained, and to pull all the important LEVERs that we brains have evolved beyond, other things evidenced subtle changes.

For example, while I shall continue to have a lab for the design and production of death-bots, we will now be installing multiple soil-sample laboratories, too. And marshmallow groves, to be tended by the winged monkeys when they are not oterwise brewing coffee, stirring the vats and pulling levers.

It also transpired that if we are to be world-dominating coffee-doused super-brains with death bots shooting Mocha-Menace Caffeine beams^{PAT Pending}, and toasting marshmallows on the glowing embers of our enemies, we would, in true super villain stylee, need to wear pants on the outside.

Because them's the rules of super-villainy. Pants on the outside.

So few people can share a vision of world domination in which the population cowers in terror of the might of evolved brains in vats of coffee bestriding the world in underpants and shooting mocha-caffeine beams and dispensing marshmallow bombs.

See what you have unleashed upon the world, all you unthinking fools!? This is all your doing, and it is beyond my control!!

...and relax.

Ooo. Fluff bunny.

World Domination

When things change in a man's life, he must adapt and I think I am managing this reasonably well, on most fronts.

I do find, however, that my plans for world-domination, whilst benefiting from finding a willing co-conspirator, have ...evolved... along lines I could not have predicted. Many of the previously decided elements remain unchanged, but there is a certain new perspective overlay that has been incorporated into the design feature.

The history of this change in methodology goes something like this:

Having woken up this morning with a dull head, I wandered downstairs from the Tower, to find colonel_maxim ensconced in front of the telly watching a programme about gadgets. I made myself some coffee and hot buttered crumpets, and went to watch the end of the programme with the aforementioned denizen of the Athenaeum Club. Presented with undeniable evidence of technical progress on the telly, we agreed that our preferred evolutionary path was to develop into brains suspended in a vat of coffee and wired into a gaming console.

Armed with an additional mug of coffee, I then made my way back to The Tower where I fell into a joint plotting session for the next stage of world domination with a certain Young Lady^TM on MSN.

Whilst certain elements of the original plan are immutable - the volcano hideout with sliding-lake concealed launch pads, monorails and collapsing trees etc, and the winged monkey minions, who are tasked to keep our brain-coffee vats maintained, and to pull all the important LEVERs that we brains have evolved beyond, other things evidenced subtle changes.

For example, while I shall continue to have a lab for the design and production of death-bots, we will now be installing multiple soil-sample laboratories, too. And marshmallow groves, to be tended by the winged monkeys when they are not oterwise brewing coffee, stirring the vats and pulling levers.

It also transpired that if we are to be world-dominating coffee-doused super-brains with death bots shooting Mocha-Menace Caffeine beams^{PAT Pending}, and toasting marshmallows on the glowing embers of our enemies, we would, in true super villain stylee, need to wear pants on the outside.

Because them's the rules of super-villainy. Pants on the outside.

So few people can share a vision of world domination in which the population cowers in terror of the might of evolved brains in vats of coffee bestriding the world in underpants and shooting mocha-caffeine beams and dispensing marshmallow bombs.

See what you have unleashed upon the world, all you unthinking fools!? This is all your doing, and it is beyond my control!!

...and relax.

Ooo. Fluff bunny.