The Brain was not pleased with his new minion.
For one thing, he didn't even act like a proper minion. Proper minions were cleverly stupid, never tried to one-up the boss, and gave you the proper set-ups. The Brain did not believe that "And what has the moron got planned for tonight?" worked.
He was deranged, too. Always ranting around about some Basil— as if evil geniuses bent on world domination had time for rivals! The Brain shook his head, sadly. He'd had ideas of a protégé, but this was really disappointing.
Ratigan, across the cage, wondered if he could get his cape back. He didn't feel comfortable without a cape.