( WP ) You are an evil mastermind and have finally caught your super spy nemesis . Naturally , you do what all evil masterminds do and start monologuing .

But one decrepit lamp shone a dim and flickering light across the cement block room, empty save for the table where he was chained. I watched him squirm and fidget through the one way mirrored window at the far end of the chamber. I let him be, to torture and question himself; how had the good guys allowed him to be so simply captured? Soon it would be my turn. 
 
 It was all quite easy really. Despite the threats and damage I rained upon the sovereign nations of the world they always wanted to believe in purity, that inside every one of us there was a good that would triumph evil when forced to make decisions. How cute. 
 
 But this is no fairy tale Mr. Klitsch, the news will report no happy ending or even a truce. You will become a device, a source, a mechanism by which my evil and sinister plans may be reliably and predictably incarnated into real and terrifying tragedies. They will write about me for certain, of the hell and indiscriminate fury I will bring to their back yards and of the casualties, gruesome and magnificent that your Intel will allow me to realize. They'll write and report you MIA then later assumed dead, a sentiment I'll let linger just long enough to strike any trace or hint that your intelligence be the source of my torrent of attacks. 
 
 I will win. And you'll be my coach.
