Summary: The Evil Emperor Zurg takes a day off from evil, but a certain number one agent makes it more stressful than it should be.
It wasn't often Zurg decided to take a break from trying to take over the galaxy, but when he did, he deserved the day off more than anything. He had a perfect day off planned. All of his minions were told not to bother him for any reason unless he called for them, he had a platter of popcorn shrimp waiting for him, a good novel, and a music player with his favorite relaxing music set up.
The first thing Zurg did was relax in his arm chair and reach for the remote to turn on his music. He grabbed at nothing a few times before realizing that the remote was not where he had left it. Zurg narrowed his eyes remembering that Darkmatter was the last to use the remote and must have neglected to put it back. He'd not let that get to him though. All he had to do was get up and turn on the music player by hand.
He howled and covered his horns from the loud, blaring noise that played instead of his music and smacked the player in order to turn it off. He ejected the disc to find that it was one of Darkmatter's poor excuses for music rather than the relaxing music he ordered to be set up for his day off. He crushed the disc in his hand. That would show Darkmatter to do as he was told.
It was okay though. Zurg could still read his novel, even without music. He sat down again, picked up his book, and opened to the page he bookmarked...
...WHY was Darkmatter's handwriting all over the pages? Phone numbers, rude things, badly drawn sketches, all over his book! Zurg felt his eyes grow hot and he threw the book against the wall. He crossed his arms and slumped down, grumbling about his so-called number one agent's insolence.
...At least he still had his popcorn shrimp. There was nothing Darkmatter could do to ruin that, right...?
He lifted up the platter cover, took a glance at his food, and then slammed the cover back down, almost breaking the table. Martex ants! He told Darkmatter to exterminate those!
This "day-off" was quickly getting more stressful by the second. Luckily, it couldn't get worse, right?
Knock-knock. "Evil Emperor Zurg, sir, I was wondering if I could get an advance on my next paycheck?"
Zurg turned towards the door, eyes glowing hot, and fired laser beams right at it, melting the door and revealing Darkmatter on the other side. Darkmatter stared, dumbfounded, and then grinned nervously, taking a step away.
"I'll just... Come back later." The agent ran for his life and the emperor slumped into his chair again in hopes that he could at least get some peace and quiet and nap.
...There was a draft with the door missing.