[Deep within the Chambers of Darkness]
“I just, I don’t understand how he keeps beating us,” said Lord Darkness, his head in his hands.
“There, there,” replied the evil lord’s henchman, Night Shadow. “It’ll be okay. Captain Sharkmeat just got lucky, that’s all. Plus that bridge was a silly place for a fight. Who could’ve guessed you’d fall off?”
“He pushed me! It wasn’t even a fair fight!” cried Lord Darkness. “Captain Sharkmeat is a big bully.”
Lord Darkness folded his arms and sulked in the corner. He took in a deep breath and let out a long (overly dramatic) sigh.
“I just need to train, that’s all,” said Lord Darkness. “I’ve been watching too much TV while not at work. Will you go to the gym with me, Night Shadow? We could start with some light cardio, maybe over the weekend though. I can’t start right away. I’m just too busy. This will be the start of something great. After my next encounter with that dastardly do-gooder he’ll be the one hunched over in his lair. I bet right now he’s at the gym. You know he probably doesn’t have a business to run like I do. Do you know how hard it is to feed over a hundred henchmen? Being this evil is a full-time job.”
“You work yourself to the bone, Sir,” replied Night Shadow. “Is now a good time to bring up that yearly raises are past due? Bernie in Research and Development is living paycheck to paycheck and just had another kid.”
“How many kids does he have now? Didn’t he have one last year?”
“I’m not sure, Sir.”
“I can’t think about all that right now. I’m trying to better myself at the moment. Once I’m in fighting shape then I can think about all that yearly raise nonsense.”
“Of course, Sir. What’s on your schedule for the rest of the day?”
“It’s been a few days since I’ve binge watched something. Let’s spend an hour or so searching for something to watch before falling asleep.”
There was a knock at the door.
“Uh oh,” said Jeremy. He was sitting up in his bed using his comforter as the walls of a cave. At the sound of his bedroom door creaking open he put his action figures under his pillow and turned off his flash-light.
“Jeremy,” said his mother. “Did I hear you talking in here? Are you playing with your toys again?”
When his mother walked into the room he looked as if he was fast asleep.
“Nice try, kiddo.”
“What’s up, mom?” asked Jeremy, raising his head from his pillow and rubbing his eye.
“Get some rest. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
“Let’s put school off until the weekend, mom. I’m just too busy right now,” replied Jeremy. He shut his eyes and rolled over in bed.