<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800080">He adopted something of a Lecter manner for a moment, listening to her story and nodding sagely.  Sadly, it was completely spoiled by the fact that he was grinning from ear to ear in such a way that no one would think he knew half the shit that swam about like a pool of frenzied pirhannas in his head.  He had been the mastermind behind far more than the woman across from him, but that was saying something.  For a run of the mill citizen, she was quite dangerous.  He just took that bar to the next level, or was it three levels higher...  He could never remember where he had last left it that most of the time he had to rely on the news reports to tell him just how big his next stunt needed to be.<br/>
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Seventeen people.  Not bad.  Certainly worth the boast she made, but the real question was, and this he voiced aloud, "Did they laugh with their last breath?"  That was always important he told people.  If you didn't laugh in your last breath of life, then what was the point of living in the first place?  Did you not enjoy what you had accomplished?  Or was it merely because you were too selfish to get the great cosmic joke, that even the rich will die one day.</span>