[ WP ] You are a salesman . Your product is the Evil Overlord Handbook .

`` Eeeeevil Overlord Handbook? Eeeeevil Overlord Handbook!'' 
 
 Day after day, I stood at the street corner shouting this phrase. It's funny how words lose their meaning after you say them thousands of times. `` Overlord''... is that right? That does n't sound like something anyone would say. Maybe I'm confusing it with something else. And `` handbook''? Who came up with that? 
 
 I would n't even be doing it if the commission were n't so high. Forty percent for selling a book is nothing to scoff at. Hell, I would have done it for fifteen. 
 
 Despite my unforgiving determination, my relentless persuasion, and even a few threats of blackmail, not a single soul purchased the Evil Overlord Handbook. Maybe a baseball stadium was n't the best place to sell it. I decided I'd try my hand at the Vatican next month. 
 
 Of course, this only meant one thing. There would be no turkey that Thanksgiving. No stuffing. No pudding. Not even a slice of ham. I glanced over to Josephine and saw in her teary eyes that she had reached the same conclusion. But Ma and Pa did what they could. And that meant more to me than all the grits in the world. Drifting to sleep on a mattress of hay, I recounted the day's adventure to Sarah, our most profitable goat, and hoped for a better tomorrow.
