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He ran. He ran and ran until he was well out of the heroes sight, and then he ran some more. His heart was pounding in his chest, and when he stopped, he had to stop half keeled over, hands on his knees and gasping for air. “Why can I never win,” Mr. L said to himself, his voice sounding more like a whimper that he’d have wished.  “He beats me every time, no matter what…”   He found the strength to straighten and did so, clutching his face. Shame was twisting inside him again, gouging and gouging a sharp blade. He felt the urge to throw something- His dark green hat fell through the empty space.   “D

He always scratched his scalp raw in the shower. His hair was so greasy these days(was it greasy before don’t remember why remember)  and Mr. L hated it.  When his hands were covered in grease from working on Bro-bot(brother, brother) that was fine, but after washing and showering and getting into clean clothes, he was through with grease- the nasty, smelly stuff.   Mr. L opened the bathroom door and stepped out, glancing around the room as he toweled his hair dry.  Nobody there, of course. (didialwaysdothat) He appreciated the locks on the doors.  No one came in his room without permission- except that bastard jester. Dimentio teleport

This was the last bit of wiring needed for the robot to be completed.  When it was done, Mr. L could report to Nastasia, and set off to the fight the heroes.   He snatched his tweezers and pick from the work bench and began. The metal door he had found so curious before (all other doors wooden)   turned out to be a workshop of some sorts. Count Bleck didn’t like to speak of what purpose it had before, Nastasia said, but if Mr. L could use it for anything, he was free to. It was astonishing of how many of the tools in here he could identify. All these parts and wires- before he had laid eyes on him, he couldn’t say he knew the

Mr. L knocked on the door to Count Bleck’s study and waited. A mix of terror and impatience bubbled in his chest. First day as official minion, and Count Bleck had already called him into his office- He was certainly getting off to a good start. A soft call of “enter “finally greeted his ears and Mr. L went into the office.  Count Bleck smiled at him as he walked forward. “Mr. L! So Nastasia released you from the infirmary. I see you have recovered nicely, bleck.” “Yes sir,” Mr. L replied.   The Count stood and walked around the large desk to stand in front of the minion.  He looked down at Mr. L w