Dr G is woken by the barrel of a gun tickling just above her evil left ear. Without moving her head she flicks her eyes over to see a man dressed as a girl. Her first thought was that the makeup left a lot to be desired. She nearly wretches, but then sees who is lurking under the appalling disguise.
“Yes, it’s me, James… I discovered your hive of fluffy girly girls, with their bunkers of shoes and designer handbags…
I had make to make love to fifteen of them, suffering their mind numbing chitchat, before I discovering your evil plan. You’d programmed them to become ‘personal assistants’ to men in positions of power throughout the world distracting them from your tricks. Very clever G, even if a rerun of a previous film plot.
G, I’ve given your offer of employment serious thought (you’ll notice I didn’t put my correct post code on the contract, invalidating it). I do think it is time for me to hang up my gun. I have it in mind to spend time arm wrestling Amazons and getting pissed.
Clearing up evil seems to lead to more and it might be better having a woman running the world after all. So promise me, you will be good to ordinary people and I won’t kill you.”