Someone has put up a tent -- the nothing but canopy type you see at weddings when the weather is a little too damp -- by the lake. Under it are two chairs, one large and one small. They resemble the high-backed desk chairs found in any office supply store on Earth, until they start to rotate. The large chair even has a keypad or control console ( Read more... )

The game has been called, the players have retreated for safer ground and the demon bunnies have, after growing bored with gnawing on bases and bats (not the fun kind), moved on. Once again, the baseball field is quiet. Almost serene.

"I'll take you out with attack bunnies ( Read more... )

( Dr. Evil makes a music video )

"The song lied, Number Two. Find the person responsible and pelt him with tennis rackets," Dr. Evil demanded, shuffling off to his evil bed, while adjusting his evil nightcap ( Read more... )

*Dr Evil enters the bar holding Mr. Bigglesworth, his lower lip protruding in a clear pout. He takes a seat at the bar and swivels his stool -carefully- to watch the crowd ( Read more... )

*A loud crash sounds outside the front door. Several seconds go by before a voice marked by a curious, stilted inflection can be heard growing steadily closer ( Read more... )