[ WP ] A person asks a villain why they are evil . The villain 's response is very underwhelming .

He worked quickly, and is movements were smooth and deliberate. Half the time he was looking down at what he was doing, half the time he was looking up at the others already tied down in their chairs. He took the roll of duct tape in his hand, and fed out several inches as he simultaneously fitted it around the wrists and twisted the tape by twirling around the roll. Over. Under. Through. Over again. Under and back around. John watched him work, from one person to the next, to the next, all around the circle. 
 
 `` You like what you see?'' 
 
 It took John a moment to realize the man was addressing him directly, since his agile fingers continued to work as he spoke through his ski mask. 
 
 `` I'm just... never mind,'' he mumbled. 
 
 `` What, what? Say something or do n't ya son of a bitch. Spit it out, for Christ's sake.'' 
 
 `` I was just, I do n't know, zoning out I guess. Watching you put tape around my employees' wrists.'' 
 
 He lifted his head back and laughed heartily, but not so heartily that he stopped working. `` You know why you got ta twist it like this?'' the man said. `` It's all about *tensile strength. * See duct tape is a damn useful material, damn useful. But schmucks do n't know the half of it, especially those Hollywood assholes. My friend here showed me one last week, what was the name of that?'' 
 
 A fat man in the corner holding a handgun with a pantyhose around his head nodded slightly. `` Firewall.'' 
 
 `` What a piece of garbage that was!'' yelled Duct Tape. `` Besides the godawful story, although no disrespect to Harrison Ford, the worst part was how they restrained that family. Did n't know what they was doin', just slapped some tape on em like they was, like they was a kindergarten project!'' He laughed again, while Handgun remained silent. `` You got ta twist it like this to prevent tearing, and it turns this stuff into *rope. * Nothing short of a knife's gettin' through this here.'' 
 
 `` You're horrible men!'' Michelle yelled suddenly through her tears. John's stomach sank. He had noticed her crying, but had hoped that she would stay quiet in her chair. `` You're horrible parasites that, that leech off of hardworking people like us! You're not even people, you're *animals! *'' She sunk into deeper and heavier sobs. 
 
 Duct Tape nodded to Handgun, who nodded back. Without saying a word, Handgun strolled over to Michelle and fired a round into each of her kneecaps. Her bloodcurdling screams reverberated off the walls, long and sustained like a pipe organ, yet high pitched and labored. 
 
 `` *You monsters! *'' 
 
 It was David this time, her boyfriend. He was one of the last person yet to be restrained. He clutched the sides of his chair, shaking with rage, his face scarlet red with sweat on his forehead. Tears began to form as well. `` *She runs! She's a runner! You sick bastards! *'' And as if some invisible chains had been broken, he emerged from his plastic office chair and ran at Handgun like a rabid coyote. 
 
 Without emotion, without hesitation or remorse, Handgun pointed his gun at David and sent a round through his skull. Blood splattered the wall and several people behind him as he fell forward onto a desk, the last of his velocity extinguished as his corpse rolled onto the floor, his eyes open and glassy. Dead. 
 
 Michelle and several other people screamed. Others cried. John sat in shock, his face whiter than a sheet. `` Why....why do you do this? Why do you *do this!? *'' 
 
 `` Why does anyone do anything Mr. Dawson? Money, you asshole!'' yelled Duct Tape from the other side of the room, angrily wiping blood off himself. 
 
 `` How much money will it take until you stop doing this?! How much will be enough. How much money could a person need?!'' John screamed, before spitting in both of their directions. Just as Handgun was about to raise his pistol a third time, Duct Tape signaled to him to stand down. He dropped his roll and strolled over to him, his grey eyes sneering through his ski mask. He walked closer, and took a knee before John, whose heart was beating furiously and was trembling uncontrollably. 
 
 `` Mr. Dawson,'' he began. `` I need about tree fiddy.'' 
 
 It was then when John Dawson realized that these two burglars were 50 foot tall crustaceans from the Paleozoic era. John yelled, `` Goddammit, you Loch Ness Monster! I ai n't givin' you no tree fiddy!!''
