BLAM! The door flew open. And there she was, my archnemesis, otherwise known as "Mother". She was screaming something at me, but being an Evil Genius and all, I had built in an ignore function in my brain. Yap yap yap. She just wouldn't shut up. Eventually I had to get up, if not to just shut her up, then to do the world a favor.I had my evil Furby henchmen put her to work in the kitchen. Mwahahahaha, I now have a fulltime pancake slave.

My first meeting of the day was with my right hand henchman, well, henchwoman, usually referred to as "Sister". Our Furby cloning program was coming along nicely, and soon, the Invasion of the Killer Furby would commence! Mwahahahaha, they will not stand a chance! Furby shall drive them to the edge of suicide with it's high pitched voiced and unwill to shut up! "HUNGWY!!!". "FOOD!!!". "PLAY!!!".

God I'm evil.

As the meeting drew to a close I limped on to the next business of the day: The Interrogation of the Enemy Agent. When I got there, Furby #67094 was already at it, jumping up and down on the poor bugger. "WEE!! FUN!!! HUNGWY!!!". I spent a good time gloating, just for the fun of it. Glad I'm not in "Papa Bear's" shoes right now. The sod tried to assasinate me with a bowl of poisoned honey, but alas, I figured it out before it was too late. Well, it did help that he screamed "I'M GONNA KILL YOU" at me, but that does not mean I'm any lesser the genius! Mwahahaha! Eventually I decided to hang the bugger out to dry and go onto bigger things: Research and Development.

At my R&D department, we were working on genetically modifying the Furbies to use weaponry. Some successes were achived, but when that little Furby rascal tried to cut off my, uhm, "Johnson", I had to shut the project down. Next up was our gadget factory where my scientist had just finished the remote for my doomsday device...

What the hell. My archnemesis again! She's screaming something about a bus... Alas! I must be quick to catch the shuttle to my control center, cunningly disguised as the Business Academy of Northern Sealand. Here, I spent hours scheming and plotting against world powers. Some interesting plans developed, most interesting was the "Makin' Bacon" plan of overpopulating the world with pigs. It's always nice to have a backup plan.

Oh bugger. Here comes an enemy agent, codename: Teacher. Better get outta here before he gets wind of my plans!

See ya!