"Hey! I was watching that," Mojo said as his monitors broke. He started to get up but was held down by an arm that always made him wish he had a big nutcracker with him. And an ice pack, as being in HIS lair all the time made HIS touch incredibly hot. He kept his annoyance in check, knowing HE would only throw it back at him with a twirl and a chipmunk-like giggle. Mojo's face was calm. But GOD, did he hate this person!!!<br/><br/>But no. He had ways of dealing with HIM. Mojo Jojo would not give in to HIS goading, HIS prods and pushes. Instead, he smiled. "Given that I have not aged since last we spoke, I would say that the lifespan of a normal chimp is a moot point to me. I will far surpass it. It holds no meaning for me, as it tells me nothing about my own lifespan. But I digress. You are up to some old tricks of your own, 'old friend'. Allow me to guess what you have planned for 'your' town. My assumption based upon past experience with you is that you are also using others to act out your plans. What this time, HIM? A phony memo to Ms. Bellum? Getting Julie Bean to tie Miss Keane's shoelaces together? Turning Blossom's bow into a monster? If your own track record were better, more impressive and had a higher success rate, I might worry about Townsville slipping from my grasp. For now, please observe the calm of my visage and know that it reflects the calm of my brain." Mojo casually threw a piece of popcorn into his mouth. "But, as you could have seen had you not destroyed my primary monitors, the difference is that my plans are getting results. Buttercup is helpless before Princess and Bubbles must be putty in Boomer's hands by now, her own naivety and willingness to trust others when she should not is well on it's way to undoing her. But don't worry, HIM. When the Pow-wuhpuff Guhls are no more and they no longer try to stop me and are destroyed and all of that, I will give you a little expansion for your home. How about Citysville? Its a rat's nest full of scum. Just the place for you."<br/><br/>On his second try, Boomer found the right window. He looked inside at Bubbles. Devious, twisted Bubbles. Was she planning some new plan to trap him? Ensnare him? Or wouldn't that be enough for her and she was working out a new sick way to dispatch him? His anger boiled for just a moment before he calmed himself and put on the smile from before. Lightly so as not to startle her, he tapped on her window.