"Why do you want to rule the world?"
"Who says that's what I want?"
"...you've trapped your soul in a diary that drains life energy from it's owner...then placed said diary in an 11 year old's possession." A pause. "Either you want to rule the world, or really hate prepubescent girls."
"...I hate you."
"And the world?"
"The world is a mess."
"Ah."
"What?!"
"The status is not quo? The world is a mess, and you just need to rule it?"
"I will enjoy killing you."
"Whatever you say, Dr. Horrible."
"My. Name. Is. Tom!"
