If a fish could cry, that is what he would be doing at this moment. As he rode his spiked two wheeled scooter away from the Evil Lair, Minion had never
felt so lost and hurt in his whole life. Everything had turned topsy-turvey in a matter of a few days. He should have seen it coming, Megamind seeming so
distant, running out on "errands" for hours
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