"Drakken?", Shego called, hoping that her blue-skinned mad scientist partner-in-crime. No answer. "Drakken?" Still no answer. What happened to Drakken? He had disappeared ever since they came back to their lair, after Amy had tramped all over Drakken's heart. It must have been tragic, although Shego practically knew that this would have happened anyway. But where was he now?

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            Drakken was sitting in the Supervillains Cafe. It was the one place he could think of, the only place he could be away from her. DNAmy. That wicked crafter of lies, that Circe in obsessor's clothing, that witch. How could she? He poured out his heart to her, and what did she do? Step all over it. He set down his martini, long since drunk. He didn't know what to do. Is it too much to ask for help when a man's heart has been trampled on?

            He looked up and saw a poster reading "Free Karate Lessons". A sudden idea sparked into his head. He would learn how to fight, and take revenge on Monkey Fist. It was he who stole Amy's heart, who in turn ripped his to shreds. But it would take forever with normal lessons. He would have to do it his way. If the Phoebus project would have made him actually intelligent, he might have taken over the world, and he wouldn't have been desperate enough to... Wait, the Phoebus project? That was it!

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            Shego had almost had it. She had searched the lair from top to bottom, and there were no signs of Drakken. That could only mean two things: He had gotten himself lost in another dimension, or he had gone to the Supervillains Cafe to drink away his trouble. Shego couldn't blame him.

            But Drakken plus alcohol wasn't a good combination. The last time he had gotten drunk, he had nearly accidentally killed Shego. If Ratigan hadn't intervened, she never would have made it up to the rest of the Go Squad. Ratigan had shrugged it off, thankfully, because Shego had seen what Ratigan could do to a person, and it wasn't pretty. She sighed. Ratigan had brought him back before, and he was going to have to bring him back again. She glanced at the clock. 9:00 A.M. But they were in Norway, so, time zones considered, it would be very early in the morning where Ratigan was. "Note to self", Shego thought "Wear armor when he arrives."