Hmf, I'm really starting to get fed up wiz zis. As much as I want to support Jubei's young romance wiz her in a fazerly way, I happen to have a world to conquer and I can't be interrupted all ze time.
Since nozing else seems to work, I decide to give her an appointment wiz my base's best psychiatrist and talk about her frightening obsession wiz me.
Mein Gott, does zis woman ever stop blabbering?!! We need a tranquilizer here!!
Hmm, in retrospect it might have been one of zose experimental injection needles too, since it did anyzing except calm her down. Before I had time to even apologize in gentlemantly manner, zat bikini hippo crashed zrough zree of my doors and finally a bedrock wall too. She was last seen on ze ocean, floating towards ze sunset.
Ugh! Just when I got rid of one, zere is already anozer skinny intruder wiz weird fashion sense wandering around my private property. I have a feeling he is no normal investigator. After all, he has his own name placate and zeme music.
After ze obligatory martial arts showdown he learns why it's not a smart idea to bring fists to a Katana fight.
Since I have no idea what to do wiz him, I make him play chess wiz Fritz ze Supercomputer.
And after an embarrassing Fool's Mate, he doesn't object when a valet minions escorts him back to his little rice boat. But I have a feeling he will be back.
To make his next visit more unlikely, I conceal ze entrance to my base so zat it looks like a normal native islander hut. Ze downside is zat now my minions can't seem to find back home eizer, but I can't have it all.
I decide to concentrate on improving my personal army again. I have noticed zat far too many people have wanted me dead lately. Zerefore I decide to start training my own diplomat corps to improve my public image in ze higher places.
And since I know ze foolish fools of justice won't listen to me anyway, I decide to get some snipers to shoot zem. Actually I might shoot zem anyway.
Also, I have now lost five scientists to zose funny vat zings, and while I have seen zose idiots climbing in trees, zey still refuse to grow on zem. Zerefore I need some people wiz clozing zat doesn't dissolve at least as quickly as usual.
But despite of all zis, do not zink I have gone soft. To remind ze world about me, myself and I, I decide to start series of daring raids around ze world. First of all I strike against my arch enemies: ze ninjas.
Zen I strike against ze most sensitive part of ze modern world: ze oil production. As ze saying goes: "Oil pipes are ze balls of ze world. When you squeeze zem, ze world screams."
Anozer strike against ze petroleum monopoly for a good measure. Ze best news is zat I managed to frame Green Peace for all of zis, so ze world is again a little better place.
My evilness has again attracted a new henchman for my cause. Meet Kane. He still hasn't stopped calling himself Lord Kane for some reason, but zat is going to change. I have heard some good zings about him. And when I say "good news" you know what I mean.
Kane is already making himself useful by relieving Moko from ze mess cleaning duty at ze front door.
Unfortunately my great exploits also invited some armed Americans to my island. Stupid world police, when do zey learn? Most of zem got a place in ze freezer, but zis last one gets to test my new toy called "brain washer". I have no idea what it does to zem, but ze kind patriot soldier has agreed to find out togezer wiz me. Zat's ze spirit!
To rub it in zeir face, I commit some more evil acts. First I help some neverheard warlord out of a serious mess. Just because I can.
And second, while my troops are still in Souz Africa, I order zem to bring me some samples of ze new local diamond mine. Zey should be very valuable soon, considering zat zey will soon be ze only ones left from zat mine. Ze diamonds, not ze minions.