"Two rooms please." Dr. Drakken snapped rudely into the hotel reservationist's face. He was in one of those impatient moods again, distracted only by his own thoughts of world domination. The bitter reservationist shot him a glower before concealing his face behind the computer screen.
"Sorry." He replied with a forged apathy. "We only have one room available."
"Nnngh!" Drakken clenched his fists as if about to strike the man. "What do you mean?" He bellowed, stomping his feet about the poorly ornamented rug. "My evil assistant and I have traveled a very long way and we would like-"
"I mean," He interrupted matter-of-factly. "Either you share this room or you find another hotel."
The reservationist's remark left Drakken a slight darker shade of blue. "Do you know who I am?" He demanded. Shego noticed a vein throbbing violently at his temple. "I could have you obliterated if I-"
"Dr. D." Shego interrupted, placing a hand on his arm to silence him. "I got this." Someone had to sort this out, and it was becoming increasingly obvious to her that it was not going to be him. She turned to the reservationist. A green flame suddenly consumed her raised hand. The man swallowed uneasily at the sight of it, but to her surprise, did not submit.
"Glowing plasma-shooting fingers or not, I'm afraid we still only have one room." He stammered.
To this, Shego sent a blast of green past his shoulder, striking a painting against the wall and shattering it. The shriek of the reservationist as the glass showered him seemed to pull Drakken out of his fit and into his senses. He scolded her disapprovingly. "Shego! This nice man is offering us a place to stay and this is how you treat him?"
"I'm not sharing a room with you." She snapped, slightly annoyed at his sudden change of heart. She knew he was only trying to regain his composure from his last outbreak.
Drakken ignored her protest. "We'll take the room." He replied apologetically to the man.
The man nodded, still wide-eyed in terror, and handed him a key.