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Meanderings and Murder
There are times, like when I’m crouched under the desk of the President that I wonder how I got into this business. Now some of you may imagine that I’m preparing to reenact a Monica Lewinsky moment, and admittedly the desk is surprisingly wide and spacious, probably designed with just such a moment in mind. And why not, if I was ruling a country, I would make sure a morning BJ by an intern, preferably an incredibly hot intern hired for her oral presentation, would have to be a perquisite of the job.
But first, this is Mexico, second I’m a man, and third I was waiting here to kill him. Now you might ask why, certainly I was asking myself why, and I could respond flippantly: “for the hell of it” or “nothing on TV tonight” and there’s a certain amount of truth to that. It is after all a very super villain thing to do, and I’m the top of the second tier of super villains, but that’s not the real story. The real story is that a certain corporation paid me a very generous fee to do so, especially as I tripled it when I learned it was a multinational corporation, I have a very strong dislike for the multinats, or multinational corporations, but more on that later. But I was paid, and whatever else may be said of me, both before and after I became a super villain, I take my job seriously and I am very, very good at it.
