Because nothing says flattery like a gun to the head.

I slammed the doors open a little harder than I needed to, stalked out to the Blue Beetle, and drove away with all the raging power the ancient four-cylinder engine should muster. Behold the angry wizard puttputt-putting away.

We have now left Reason and Sanity Junction. Next stop, Looneyville.

He wasn't evil as much as magnificently innocent of any kind of morality.

Now I feel like James Bond. Suave and intelligent, breaking all the codes while looking fabulous.

There was a sound like a human yawn, and then the skull turned slightly toward me and asked, "What's up, boss?" "Evil's afoot." "Well, sure," Bob said, "because it refuses to learn the metric system. Otherwise it'd be up to a meter by now.

Somewhere out there was a village I'd deprived of it's idiot.