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"I can't believe it!" Drakken screamed. "All four of you against one puny teenage GIRL with a pathetic buffoon for a sidekick, and instead of charging, you all run out screaming like sissies! Why do I even bother giving all of you a paycheck every month?"
Furious, Drakken stormed out of the room. "Do you think we should have mentioned that HE too had ran out screaming like a sissy?" one of the henchmen asked.
"If you don't want your paycheck this month," another henchman replied.
Drakken was sitting in the lair's kitchen, sipping ice-cold water, trying to bring his body temperature down. He knew that he was useless without Shego, but could he really bring himself to tell her that and face her I-told-you-so expression? The evil doctor sighed. Truth was, he missed Shego. The lair was too quiet without her teasing, and he also could not bear too much stupidity in his lair, courtesy of his henchmen.
Drakken banged his fist on the table. He had made up his mind. He needed Shego back. He nervously picked up the phone, and then dialed Shego's cell phone number. "H-h-hello, Shego? Doctor Drakken here, calling to apologize, and asking if you wanted to come work for me again. I CAN'T TAKE THE SERVICE OF MY HENCHMEN ANYMORE! PLEASE COME BACK! PLEASE!"
There was silence on the other end. "Shego, are you there? Shego? SHEGO!" Suddenly, he heard a woman's voice. Delighted he said, "Shego, please come back! I can't take those unqualified, sissy, irritating......Shego, is that you?"
"Thank you for leaving your message. Your message has been sent to the cell phone customer's voicemail inbox. If you............."
"AAARRRRGGHHHH!!!!" Drakken yelled in frustration. "Got the STUPID voicemail machine!" He hung up and threw the phone onto the floor in rage. "I HATE my life," he muttered. "More than those useless henchmen."
Shego had forgotten to turn her cell phone on. When she realized this, she quickly turned it on. "A voice message?" she wondered. She listened to the message, instantly recognizing Drakken's voice. When it came to the part of the henchmen's service, his voice had gotten so loud that Shego had to hold the phone away from her ear. However, when it came to the part when Drakken thought that she was the machine, she almost collapsed with laughter. "Only he would think that the machine is me!"
But as Shego analyzed Drakken's situation, she fell silent. She sighed. "I can't."
"I can't believe it!" Drakken screamed. "All four of you against one puny teenage GIRL with a pathetic buffoon for a sidekick, and instead of charging, you all run out screaming like sissies! Why do I even bother giving all of you a paycheck every month?"
Furious, Drakken stormed out of the room. "Do you think we should have mentioned that HE too had ran out screaming like a sissy?" one of the henchmen asked.
"If you don't want your paycheck this month," another henchman replied.
Drakken was sitting in the lair's kitchen, sipping ice-cold water, trying to bring his body temperature down. He knew that he was useless without Shego, but could he really bring himself to tell her that and face her I-told-you-so expression? The evil doctor sighed. Truth was, he missed Shego. The lair was too quiet without her teasing, and he also could not bear too much stupidity in his lair, courtesy of his henchmen.
Drakken banged his fist on the table. He had made up his mind. He needed Shego back. He nervously picked up the phone, and then dialed Shego's cell phone number. "H-h-hello, Shego? Doctor Drakken here, calling to apologize, and asking if you wanted to come work for me again. I CAN'T TAKE THE SERVICE OF MY HENCHMEN ANYMORE! PLEASE COME BACK! PLEASE!"
There was silence on the other end. "Shego, are you there? Shego? SHEGO!" Suddenly, he heard a woman's voice. Delighted he said, "Shego, please come back! I can't take those unqualified, sissy, irritating......Shego, is that you?"
"Thank you for leaving your message. Your message has been sent to the cell phone customer's voicemail inbox. If you............."
"AAARRRRGGHHHH!!!!" Drakken yelled in frustration. "Got the STUPID voicemail machine!" He hung up and threw the phone onto the floor in rage. "I HATE my life," he muttered. "More than those useless henchmen."
Shego had forgotten to turn her cell phone on. When she realized this, she quickly turned it on. "A voice message?" she wondered. She listened to the message, instantly recognizing Drakken's voice. When it came to the part of the henchmen's service, his voice had gotten so loud that Shego had to hold the phone away from her ear. However, when it came to the part when Drakken thought that she was the machine, she almost collapsed with laughter. "Only he would think that the machine is me!"
But as Shego analyzed Drakken's situation, she fell silent. She sighed. "I can't."