HIM merely grinned as Mojo ranted on and on, black lips pressed tightly together.  HE held his pincers behind his back as HE idly paced around the lair without waiting for the monkey's permission, glancing at all the failed experiments and newly constructed death machines waiting in the wings.<br/><br/>"Oh how<em>quaint!</em>" HE cried when Mojo had finished, shooting him a very disconcerting look.  "You seem to be under the deluuuusion that I have been twiddling my claws for the past ten years.  No, my dear simian, I am not nearly so<em>small</em>minded as you are.  The difference between yooou and I--besides my<em>amazing</em>figure--is that I am capable of seeing<em>beyond</em>those girls that vex you so.  So no, I have no plans to make prank calls or turn trinkets into beastly things.  Unlike you, I do not expect immediate payoffs with my plots.  Like when poooooor Buttercup had to get a rather painful filling because of the cavity from all that<em>candy</em>I gave those years back!  All one needs is a bit of patience, and creativity.  And let's face it Mojo, darling, you are<em>no artist.</em>"<br/><br/>In the blink of an eye HIM was gone again, then looming several feet over Mojo's head with a terrifying look on HIS face.  Terrifying even for HIM.  "You see, I have kept quite<em>busy<em>, in other parts of the world.  You think to know me by my seemingly insipid little ploys, when you do not have the sliiiiiightest <em>inkling</em> of what <em>I</em> am.  Perhaps if you did not live in perfect little <em>Townsville</em>,"</em></em>HE said derisively, "You would see my handiwork.  Failing economies.  Global pessimism.  Frivolous, unending wars!  Humans are such<strong>delicious</strong>creatures, like clay asking to be molded.  You see, darling, there is a reason I have returned to this cheery little city."<br/><br/>Then, leaning in as close as can be, HIM whispered in Mojo's ear; "It's because I've already<em>won</em>everywhere else."<br/><br/>The laboratories were rent with peals of singsong laughter as he floated back amongst the villain's robotic contraptions.  "You see, I too had found myself succumbing to the same absurd obsession with those little<em>brats</em>that is even now holding you back.  Sooooo, I said to myself, 'why not just<em>go somewhere else?</em>'  So I did!  And look at the world now!" HE laughed, conjuring up swirling images of death and mayhem to hang in the air like a funeral shroud.<br/><br/>"And that is where we differ, Mojo.  You despise the girls, and in your<em>seething</em>hatred you glorify them more than any crowd of worshipful citizens.  But now, after all these years, I have come to realize something important.  You see, for you, the girls are<em>everything.</em>But to me?"<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>"THEY ARE NOTHING."</strong></span><br/><br/>And in a burst of flame HE vanished, leaving a great black mark on the floor and allowing the sun to shine through the gaping hole in the ceiling once more.  Mojo was alone again.  Or at least, as alone as he could be, with HIM back in town.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/BarrenCityscape-1.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>