"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!"