“Yes, of course.”
“So, uh, are you an evil scientist or something?” he queried.
“Well yes, I suppose, a psychiatrist, actually. I was once this galaxy’s greatest.”
“A psychiatrist?” he scoffed. “Psychiatrists aren’t evil. Mebbe what they charge is, heh heh.”
“I assure you, I am quite evil. Of course, I didn’t start that way but that is what I am now.”
“So if you’re evil, didja ever kill anyone?” Iron Butterfly asked.
“Oh I abhor violence. No one has ever died by my hand, even when I did have hands.”
“How evil could you be if you’ve never even killed?” he scoffed again.
“I never killed anyone directly. I do admit, however, that beings certainly died due to my manipulations.”
“Due to your manipulations?” Iron Butterfly repeated. “What’re you talking about?”
“Oh it’s very subtle. When I find out what drives a being, what his or her hopes, wants, needs, desires, and fears are, I can push that individual to do anything that I want.”
My henchman looked at me silently for a moment.
“Very well. I was hoping to save this one for later in the competition, but if you really need an example of my abilities, I shall show you one. I have been subtly influencing my competition here. I mention a few key words to get them thinking, and then I slowly and gradually push them to do what I want.”
“Oh yeah? What did you do?”
“I discussed dancing with the others. Some were easy to push, others replied in nonsensical ramblings. Eventually though, I got everyone thinking what I wanted them to think.”
“Dancing?” Iron Butterfly laughed. “Dancing?”
“Here, I will show you. Please accompany me to the next room.”
“Holy crud.” My enforcer’s jaw dropped when he saw what was there. “I don’t believe it!”