"Oh doooo be<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>QUIET!"</strong></span>HIM snarled, that melodious voice once again succumbing to a hidden, seething rage.  Only for the briefest of moments did the screens turn a harsh shade of red before returning to more neutral colours.<br/><br/>"Is that any way to welcome an<em>old friend</em>, my dear monkey?  You could have at least wet yourself in fear, hmmm?  Though I suppose you were always too overcome with<em>pride</em>to respect anyone else but yourself.  A dangerous sin indeed!"<br/><br/>HIM laughed, and the screens each blew out in bursts of broken glass and torrents of green flames.  In an instant HE appeared behind Mojo, a clawed arm wrapping around the villain's chest and keeping him firmly in his seat.  HIS pointed grinning face hovered mere inches in front of Mojo's, giving him a look of complete and utter contempt that still managed to seem gentlemanly.<br/><br/>"And you should know that<em>I</em>can see<em>you</em>from aaaanywhere, darling!  Every little thing you do, every little thought you think, is just another page in the book of your life.  But I'm not here to talk about<em>trashy literature</em>," HE remarked, insulting as casually as breathing.  "I'm simply here to let you know that you no longer have free reign over Townsville!  I'm afraid it's been looooonging for my touch all these years, and you simply aren't enough<em>ape</em>to pleasure it properly.<br/><br/>With a sadistic little chuckle HIM spun away, performing a graceful pirouette and balancing on one foot several meters from Mojo's chair.  "I would have thought you would have<em>evolved</em>by now, but instead you fall back on such<em>tired</em>old tactics.  The Rowdyruff boys?  A superpowered Princess?  My darling simian, I am<em>not</em>impressed.  Is that all your tumorous brain can cook up?  Don't tell me you're getting old and doddering!  Just how long do chimps live for again?" HE asked innocently, cheeks rosy with barely concealed laughter.