Small Matthew Williams sat in front of a computer staring into a small web camera. Laughing as evilly as he could, which wasn't as evil, but as a deep laugh, with a small smirk on his face. He, abruptly, stopped and started to hack up a lung. He sighed and blushed as he looked back up to the camera, "I-I was working with a vocal coach… Strengthening the… Ha ha ha's... I think it's really important to get the evil laugh down, but some guys just ignore the laugh. I mean, if you're trying to get into the Evil League of Evil, you have to have a memorial laugh! Don't you thing Bad Ivan worked on his giggle? Terrible, death filled, giggle…"
Matthew swallows, again, and looked around his desk area. "No response, BTW, from the League, yet… But, I think my application is strong! … Fingers crossed…?" he raised his right hand, crossing his white gloved index and middle finger, "Umm…" he looked down to a small stack of papers and lifted them up into the view of the camera, "How about some e-mails? … 2Sly4U writes: "Hey genius!" Sarcasm, how original… "Where are the gold bars you were suppose to pull out of that bank vault with that Trans-matter ray of yours? Obviously it didn't work, or it'd be in the papers!" No, that's not true."
Matthew sighed and lowered the papers to his lap, "They wouldn't say anything in the press, but," he reached over to the edge of his desk and brought a plastic bag filled with a brown, sludgy, liquid, "transported from there, to here!" He turned his head to look and it and poked it a few times, "The molecules kind of… Shifted during the transport…" he mumbled something before setting the bag back to its rightful place, "But it was transported in bar form- You know, it isn't about making money! It's about taking money! Destroying the status quo! Because the status is not… Quo… The World's a big mess and... I…. Need to rule it… Anyway, the Freeze-Ray is all most done! This is the one. Stops time, Freeze-Ray, tell your friends."
Matthew took the papers out of his lap and skimmed through them, slightly, "Oh!" he turned to the camera with a wide grin, "Here's one, from my good friend, the Cuban Crusader" he smiles and returned to looking at the paper, "Captain Hero-Oh! Not again!" he yelled with an irritated sigh. "For the last time, I. Am. Not. Captain Hero! He's my nemeses! Crusader, I'm Dr. Horrible. Hor. Ri. Ble!" he sighed, took off his glasses, and began to rub his temples. "I thought we were friends, eh? We go and eat frozen yogurt on weekends, but you still can't recognize me? You see, Captain Hero dislocated my shoulder… Again… Last week…. Look, I'm just trying to change the world! Why can't you, at least, try and help me?"
"I-I'm sorry, eh, let's move on…" Matthew picked up the discarded papers, "Here's one from… DeadKnotSleeping: "Long time watcher, fist time writing," Um." He skimmed through it, "You all ways say in your blog that you will show her the way. Show her you are a true villain. Who is 'her'? And… Does she even know that you…" Uh…" Matthew looked in between the paper and the camera with his mouth a gap. He set down his papers and opened his mouth to say something, but closed it to a thin line and looked to his knees.
"It's all ways on laundry day, I see you there. You let your undergarments tumble in the wash. I'd love to say I love your hair, but I'm too shy. All I do is mumble. I know that with my Freeze-Ray I will stop the World and I'll find the time to find those words so I can say how I feel. Like, how you make me feel: Like a fool, a little sick, special needs…? Um… I will stop the pain with my Freeze-Ray. It's not a Death-Ray, no. That's all the Cuban Crusader's area of work. Please, I think you need time to know that, I'm that guy to make those feelings real. Those feelings you don't dare to feel. I'll have the world bend to out will, and we'll make time stand still! Yeah, that's the plan! Us ruling the world! I love your hair." "What?" a female's voice said, "Oh, I love the air, eh? Heh…With this Freeze-Ray I shall stop-"