Deep within his underground lair of evil and yarn, Chairman M'ow plots more evil schemes that will lead to world domination. Between naps and cleaning himself with his tongue, that is.
Henchmutt! Hold all incoming calls and cancel my appointmenst for the day! I must have time for plotting! And romping! But mainly plotting!
As you command, Chariman!
Hmm... should I buy one big death ray or a bunch of small ones? With one big one, I could blow up the moon, but with a bunch of little ones, I could get my henchmen to do it for me.
Ah, what the hell, I'll get 'em both! I can combine shipping that way!
Moments later...
Henchmutt! Sound the call to my legion of linguistic larcenists! I am in need of their services!
I will tell the typing pool that you have need of their thumbs for E-Bay bidding at once, Chairman!
