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The next morning:

"I hate Monday mornings." Shego grumbled, still half-awake.

She rubbed her eyes and yawned as she slowly strode into the bathroom. Her skin was pale… well, paler than usual. She had a bad night of sleep, and there were two reasons for that.

One, she was still unhappy being defeated by Kim Possible yesterday. Every time that happened, Shego would spend the next few hours or so imagining Kim being tortured by the cruelest methods that she could think of. From chainsaw-mutilating to feather tickling… you name it, she's thought of it. That was her way of overcoming her stress after being beaten by her top adversary.

Two, it could be Drakken's stupid near midnight call which awoke her and those funny noises he made thereafter which could be heard at every corner of the hotel! The sounds kept her awake like those annoying neighbours who would caterwaul with their head-bobbing stereos in the middle of the night.

If Shego were not as bushed as she was at that moment, she would have got up, kicked open the door of Drakken's room, bound him in platinum chains, gagged him with a sponge soaked with water from the toilet bowl and leave him there to suffer for the rest of the night. 'Drakken was sure lucky I didn't' she thought to herself.

"I hate the cold floors." Shego muttered, opening the mirror-framed cabinet above the sink.

She came face to face with a henchman on the other side of the wall, who grinned stupidly and greeted, "Uh, good morning, Madam."

Shego slammed the door of the cabinet shut. "I hate shared cabinets."

After washing up and changing from her pyjamas into her usual green-and-black jumpsuit, she walked slowly down to the cafeteria for breakfast. "I hate daily routines."

In her blue funk, the size of the cafeteria failed to impress her. It was more than your average buffet. Fountains, chandeliers, automated moving trays, a garden balcony at the corner complete with a romantic view of the ocean. The exquisite cuisine from ten different nations was great, too.

As she wasn't very hungry, Shego grabbed a plate, tossed on a couple of buns, some low-fat margarine, a small glass of milk and the latest Club Banana fashion magazine from the rack, made herself comfortable alone at a corner with her feet on the table and began to read.

On the other corner of the room, Drakken peered over the book he was clutching onto.

"There she is… all by her lonesome… a trait of a social handicap which is the result of a regulated overdose of self-reliance and boasted independence, as it says here in the book..."

"Solution: Stress importance of friendship among colleagues… hmm…" Drakken read aloud.

Simple enough, Drakken thought to himself. He waved for the two henchmen who just came into the room. "You two. Get over here."

"Now, listen up," Drakken whispered. "See Shego over there? I want you to sit beside her and engage in conversation. Got it?"

"Uh, uh." henchman number one said, shaking his head. "No can do boss."

"And why not?" Drakken snapped.

"Cause'that's Shego, boss. I don't wanna mess with her."

"She scares me…" henchman number two said.

"You are men, for Pete's sake!" Drakken exclaimed. " Surely you are not afraid of a woman?"

"That's not any woman, boss. That's Shego…"

"So? What's the difference?"

"I heard from the guys, if gives you the death stare, ubber misfortunes fall on you, man!"

"What…?"

"Dude! Seriously?"

"Excuse me, I…"

"Seriously, dude. And they like, they stay with you till your head pops like a balloon!"

"Please, if may I be allowed to speak…"

"Whoa, that's like, major bummer. Seriously. No wonder I feel strange when I see her…"

"WILL YOU TWO HIPPIES STOP RANTING?" Drakken boomed. That last visit from his cousin, Motor Ed, sure started a trend among the henchmen."There is no such thing as curses, and if you won't help me, I'll do this myself!"

Drakken marched towards the table where Shego was, with book in hand. Shego, still reading her magazine and still in a bad mood, put the reading material down, gave a chilling stare at Drakken, who stopped dead on his tracks, his eyes widened.

Shego's stare narrowed, as she menacingly impaled the bun on the plate with a knife. The bun seemed to scream in pain, crying out mercies as she twisted the edge slowly…

Drakken shivered at the sight and retreated. The two henchmen looked at him.

"Stop looking so smug. There's no such thing as curses…" Drakken scowled, storming out of the room. "I just need to use the bathroom! Seriously!"

to be continued...