"So, what's the plan? I think we should go with something a little more JamesBond. Remember that movie? That was sooo cool. There was that one scene-" A young voice chattered away happily.

"Minion, we need to talk…" A nervous male voice addressed the younger sounding one.

"Is this about the 'laundry fiasco'? 'Cuz I'm over it if you are."

"No, this isn't about the laundry. We've got a problem."

"The TV?"

"No, a real problem."

"The dishwa—"

"This!" The larger man pulled something off of my head and I felt a cool breeze meet my face. I began to slowly come to my senses, vaguely recognizing the voices in front of me. I blinked to focus my eyes against a bright light.

"Wha—?" I asked, completely dazed.

"WHAT IS THAT!" A spindly blue man rolled his eyes.

"A huuman, Minion. We settled this like, ten years ago. Really…"

"That's not Roxanne!"

"No, I really don't think it is. One second I was grabbing Miss Richie and the next, poof! I've got thisguy in the back of my car."

"You should've put him back!"

"Put him back? I guess that could have made sense. I panicked! He was unconscious and everyone was looking at me…"

"What are we going to do?" My eyebrows knitted together in concentration. I knew these voices. They sounded so familiar… If only I could see…

"AAAHHH!" I screamed.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" They screamed louder. I watched as a stylish black lamp shattered on the floor, knocked over by a panicking robot. Small, floating robots floated into the corners of the room, muttering to themselves curiously. The room was dark for the most part except for the pockets of light created by the robotics; it seemed as though I was in an abandoned factory. I noted the dangerous-looking machinery around me, and a not-so-dangerous looking blue man in the corner.

"M-Megamind!" I whispered excitedly, trying to get a better look. I tried to stand only to find myself unable to move. I wiggled my wrists experimentally.

"What the…?" I seemed to be tied to a chair. My head throbbed painfully as I tried to piece all of this together. I have got to be sleeping. My head pounded angrily. Thatpainseemedwaaaytooreal.Drugs?The robotic fish creature approaching me seemed to support that theory.

"H-Hello good sir, may I interest you in a time-share?" What?I heard my own confusion mirrored by the crouching alien. The fish looked at me expectantly.

". . .what?"

"Minion! What are you doing?" The man whispered furiously.

"I don't know! I saw it in a commercial. I thought it might—"

"I'm not asleep am I?" Minion looked at me curiously.

"No…"

"Drugs?" I was quickly running out of theories.

"No." The blue alien man in the corner slowly stood, studying me carefully.

"Well," he interrupted, "there was the chloroform."

"Heh…heh… yeah, that." Minion laughed awkwardly. "Megamind!" He turned and whispered. "What do we do?"

"I'm not sure, I'm working on it!" He turned back to me. "How did you get in my car?" He asked, accusingly.

"I… uhh…" I thought about the car I saw. There was the hand which grabbed Roxanne, and then—"YOU! You brought me here!"

"Me?" The large blue face twisted into an extreme act of shock and curiosity.

"Sir, I don't think that's going to work…" We stared at each other for a very awkward moment.

"You're really him, aren't you? You're Megamind." Megamind smiled appreciatively.

"Yes, it is I, the villainous fiend! Are you afraid?" His smile seemed almost sinister, but the light playing off his emerald green eyes told a different story. He was excited now. The fear he had felt early was long forgotten. He waited for my reply with the patience of a child on Christmas morning.

"No. Not really," his face fell into a spoiled pout. Minion reflected Megamind's earlier act of shock and confusion, to much the same effect.

"How can this not be terrifying!" His hands gestured to his tight leather outfit. I followed their movement, taking in the startlingly lean form. Megamind's face and gestures could have easily passed as human but his blue skin and large head told otherwise. Startlingly green eyes watched me with an almost manic curiosity and I felt myself drawn in by his excitement.

"Megamind…" Just a couple of hours ago I was getting off work and preparing for another night of watching TV over Ramen Noodles. With the reminder of food my stomach grumbled loudly. I couldn't help but blush. Here I was meeting Megamind and all my body could think of was food. I cleared my throat in discomfort.

"He's hungry... I'll go fix him something," Minion wandered off through a door to procure me a meal despite Megamind's protests.

"He's not afraid of me. I go through all this trouble to capture Miss Richie and subject her to my eeevil plans, and here we are feeding," he looked at me unenthusiastically, "someguy!"

"Hey, Megamind." He looked at me, clearly exasperated. "I'm sorry I'm not afraid of you."

"Yeah… well… whatever." He turned around, his ears blushing a bright fuchsia.