"Igor!" The Evil Overlord's voice echoed ominously, bouncing off the walls in deranged fury.
"Y-yes, Master?" The over-sized dwarf poked his head around the door, the glare of flame-shaped lamps glinting off his bald head.
"My car!" The Evil One was manfully trying to pull on a pair of black and really tight tights. "I want my car, now!"
"Er…" Igor groaned and gulped, nearly choking himself as his courage sank. The phrase, 'Do Shoot the Messenger' was number nine in the Evil Overlord Handbook. "Um...well..."