Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Trust me. If i did, I wouldn't be writing this. I'd be...uh...doing stuff. Yeah. Different stuff than what I do now, of course. But, seeing as I'm doing the same stuff I always do, I obviously don't own Digimon. So don't sue me.
"Feh. Insects, all of them. Puny little insects," the Digimon Kaizer sneered as he surveyed his territory. "They're just begging to be squashed...hm? What's this?"
A sheet of notebook paper was lying on the floor of his evil fortress. It was the only spot of light in the entire hideout; it resembled an ill-placed bleach stain on a tuxedo jacket.
The purple adolescent wrinkled his nose. "I may be evil, but I'm not going to stand for litter. Note to self: kill whoever dared to leave this notebook paper on my floor." he muttered, picking up the offending object. "There's something written on it. 'Boosting Your Self-Esteem'. Well, that's something useless. But it should be good for a good laugh. Let's see."
Sitting down in a conveniently placed chair, he began to read the list aloud.
"Number one: Know your assets or strengths. Check. I'm a perfect human being, after all. Everything about me is an asset.
"Number two: Surround yourself with positive, supportive people. Check. All my minions think I'm the greatest.
"Number three: Find something that you love to do, and do it all the time." The boy genius paused. "I wonder if you can take over the digital world more than once," he mused before continuing.
"Number four: Stop making life a contest. Check. After all, everyone else is making life a contest. I'm merely winning it.
"Number five: Help someone else. Allright, I'll only maim whoever left this on my floor." he finished.
The Kaizer got up from his chair and stretched. "Well, that was interesting. I guess I better go work on number three: taking over the world. Come, Wormmon!" he shouted to his lackey. "Time to go boost my self-esteem!"