![]() Just a few alterations, sir, and I will be done with your most terrifying cape yet! I’m calling it the Black Mambaaaaa…!īlack Mamba. Ha? How long is this going to take, Minion? Well you seem in a very good mood tonight, sir. She’ll discover all our secrets! You dimwitted creation of SCIENCE! There's a doormat here that says "Secret Entrance"! Yhere's no way she'll find the secret entrance. This is the only building in Metro City with a fake observatory on the roof. How did she find my hideout?! Uh… how did you find his hideout? It's time we stood up to Megamind and show him he can't push us around. I just want to thank you for inspiring me the other day. It seems to be emanating from there, sir. That's the first thing.Īnd I'd be watching you, like a dingo watches a human baby… Well, if I were Metro Man, Megamind wouldn't be kidnapping you all the time. What are we? Like, let's just get a coffee or something.Ĭome on, it's time to get in the Metro Man Day spirit. What I was trying to say was… I can't believe that in our modern society, they let, like, actual art get onto the news. Okay, the stuff they make you read on-air, that's un-freaking-believable. This is Roxanne Ritchi, reporting live from the dedication of the Metro Man Museum. Now it's our turn to give something back. For years, he's been watching us with his super-vision, saving us with his super-strength and caring for us with his super-heart. His heart is an ocean that's inside a bigger ocean. It's a beautiful day in beautiful downtown, where we're here to honor a beautiful man - Metro Man. Predictable? Predictable? Oh, you call THIS predictable?! Īlligators, yes. I decided to pick something a little more humble: Megamind, incredibly handsome criminal genius and master of all villainy! He took the name: Metro Man, defender of Metrocity. He would win some, I would almost win others. The die had been cast, and so began an enduring, epic, lifelong career, and I loved it! Our battles quickly got more elaborate. Then it hit me: if I was the bad boy, then I was going to be the baddest boy of them all! I was destined to be a supervillain, and we were destined to be rivals. No matter how hard I tried, I was always the odd man out, the last one picked, the screw-up, the black sheep, the bad boy. Somedays, it felt like it was just me and Minion against the world. While they were learning the Itsy Bitsy Spider, I learned how to dehydrate animate objects and rehydrate them at will. That's when I learned a very hard lesson: good receives all the praise and adulation while evil is sent to quiet time in the corner. So, I, too, would make this popp-ed corn and win over those mindless drones. He bought their affections with showmanship and extravagant gifts of deliciousness. He had already amassed a gigantic army of soft-headed groupies. It was there that I once again ran into Mr. After a few years, and with some time off for good behavior, I was given an opportunity to better myself through learning at a strange place called "shool". ![]() But I had something far, far greater: my amazing intellect, and knack for building objects of mayhem. Goody-Two-Shoes, on the other hand, had life handed to him on a silver platter, the power of flight, invulnerability, and great hair. Luckily, I found a lovely little place to call home, a place that taught me the differences between right and wrong. Goody-Two-Shoes, and our glorious rivalry was born! Could this be what I was destined for? A dream life filled with luxury? Apparently not! Even fate picks its favourties. Turns out a kid from the Glaupunkt quadrant had the exact same idea. Destined for what? I set out to find my destiny. I didn't quite hear that last part, but it sounded important. ![]() How sad is that? Clearly, it was time to move on. I was 8 days old and still living with my parents. ![]() I came from, what you might call, a broken home. How did it all come to this, you ask? My end starts at the beginning.the very beginning! Yes, that's me. Here's my day so far: went to jail, lost the girl of my dreams and got my butt kicked pretty good.
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