Dr.Evil smiled wickedly to himself as he watched his minions tie up
the still-unconscious body of his son.
"Should I gag him, sir?" Anonymous henchman number one asked.
"Yes, please do."
He watched as anonymous henchmen one, two, and three finish binding and gagging the short senseless body. Then he turned to face his evil associates.
"So far, ladies and gentlemen my plan is going perfectly to..plan."
"But, Dr.Evil," Number Two interrupted. "I don't understand how kidnapping Scott-"
"I'm getting to it, Number Two." Dr. Evil cut in impatiently. "As I was saying, we have crafted a device that can control every single powered device on the planet. And if we can control every powered device on the planet, we control the planet. But, as you can imagine, this device takes up quite a bit of power itself. Now, what is the most powerfully magical substance on earth?"
"Leprechaun gold?"
"No."
"Unicorn blood?"
"Closer, but no."
"Smoked salmon!"
Everyone turned and stared at Number Two.
"It really IS quite pricy, you know."
"Riiiiiggggghhhhht." Dr. Evil drawled. "Anyways, you're all wrong. The most powerfully magical substance on earth is werewolf blood."
His audience muttered quietly amongst themselves, taking in this new bit of information.
"But, Dr. Evil," a taiwanese general with a deep gash across his forehead said laughingly. "Werewolves? Do you honestly think there are such things?"
The bald man grinned and said "I thought you'd never ask."
He grabbed a remote control, and pressed a button, transforming a mirror on the opposite side of the room. Inside the room, finally starting to come to, was Oz.
All of the guests looked into the room with interest.
"As my own associates know from observing camera surveillance of the government institution the Initiative, my son Scott himself is a werewolf. Please, observe."
They all watched as a man clad all in white took a stun gun to Oz's chest. He let out a yell of surprise and pain, immediately transforming into a werewolf.
Dr.Evils guests were letting out yells of surprise of their own.
"My God," the Taiwanese military man said.
"You see," Dr.Evil went on smugly, turning the window back into a mirror, "Werewolf blood is so powerfully magical that two pints of it could keep my machine running for 3 months." As he finished, he leaned back in the leather chair, enjoying the looks on his company's faces.
"Um, two pints?" Number Two said carefully. "If you drain half of Scott's blood, there's no doubt that he'll die."
"I know." Dr. Evil said, smiling in his usual dry, sardonic manner. "I know, I know. So, who wants a hot pocket?"
"Should I gag him, sir?" Anonymous henchman number one asked.
"Yes, please do."
He watched as anonymous henchmen one, two, and three finish binding and gagging the short senseless body. Then he turned to face his evil associates.
"So far, ladies and gentlemen my plan is going perfectly to..plan."
"But, Dr.Evil," Number Two interrupted. "I don't understand how kidnapping Scott-"
"I'm getting to it, Number Two." Dr. Evil cut in impatiently. "As I was saying, we have crafted a device that can control every single powered device on the planet. And if we can control every powered device on the planet, we control the planet. But, as you can imagine, this device takes up quite a bit of power itself. Now, what is the most powerfully magical substance on earth?"
"Leprechaun gold?"
"No."
"Unicorn blood?"
"Closer, but no."
"Smoked salmon!"
Everyone turned and stared at Number Two.
"It really IS quite pricy, you know."
"Riiiiiggggghhhhht." Dr. Evil drawled. "Anyways, you're all wrong. The most powerfully magical substance on earth is werewolf blood."
His audience muttered quietly amongst themselves, taking in this new bit of information.
"But, Dr. Evil," a taiwanese general with a deep gash across his forehead said laughingly. "Werewolves? Do you honestly think there are such things?"
The bald man grinned and said "I thought you'd never ask."
He grabbed a remote control, and pressed a button, transforming a mirror on the opposite side of the room. Inside the room, finally starting to come to, was Oz.
All of the guests looked into the room with interest.
"As my own associates know from observing camera surveillance of the government institution the Initiative, my son Scott himself is a werewolf. Please, observe."
They all watched as a man clad all in white took a stun gun to Oz's chest. He let out a yell of surprise and pain, immediately transforming into a werewolf.
Dr.Evils guests were letting out yells of surprise of their own.
"My God," the Taiwanese military man said.
"You see," Dr.Evil went on smugly, turning the window back into a mirror, "Werewolf blood is so powerfully magical that two pints of it could keep my machine running for 3 months." As he finished, he leaned back in the leather chair, enjoying the looks on his company's faces.
"Um, two pints?" Number Two said carefully. "If you drain half of Scott's blood, there's no doubt that he'll die."
"I know." Dr. Evil said, smiling in his usual dry, sardonic manner. "I know, I know. So, who wants a hot pocket?"
