[ WP ] Describe a villain who has the desire to rule the world , but is considered too cute to be taken seriously .

Honestly, smash them all or forget the whole fucking thing. I am sitting on the curb holding the hammer. It ’ s Summer, so I don ’ t have school and the sun is beading down on me like my au pair ’ s nagging voice. 
 
 Smash. Smash. Smash. Die you fucking Lady Bugs. With a hammer large enough and some time, you can rule the entire world. 
 
 “ What are you doing? ” Kyla is a dork and a tattle. 
 
 “ Go away. ” 
 
 “ Is that Jon ’ s hammer? Did he say you can use it? I ’ ll tell mom! ” She ’ s wearing her Dora shirt. Why is it that girl ’ s who where Dora shirts think they are so great? 
 
 “ I said GO! ” I hold the hammer up. Yeah, I ’ ll smash her like one of those gopher games. Nature rules. I am king of nature. I am king of man. 
 
 “ Mooooomm! ” Kyla goes running up the driveway. I know I can expect to hear about this. Mostly I wish Jeff was here. He should have been here ten minutes ago. We are going rattle snake hunting. I hope to catch one and plant it in the school. And a baby to leave in Elga ’ s bed! Baby rattle snakes are the worst! They ’ re the most poisonous. 
 
 You have to be a pyscho to hunt rattle snakes. They are really the most dangerous in the North America. Jeff says that pythons are scarier, but pythons aren ’ t poisonous. Rattlers. They ’ ll kill you dead. 
 
 If you want to be king of nature, you need the gear. I ’ ve got my fireman overalls. They have suspenders like adults. There is no one way rattlesnake teeth are getting through. I ’ ll collect at least three snakes. I have a jar and everything. 
 
 “ See I told you! Your hammer! ” Kyla is back dragging Jon down the driveway with his hand. Jon is Mom ’ s boyfriend. He is a pawn... well more of a bishop. But I have him figured. 
 
 “ Hey, little buddy, ” he says to me. If I look up at him, the sun will glare in my glasses so I ignore him. I clutch his hammer a little tighter. 
 
 “ He has your hammer! He ’ s not allowed to play with your tools, ” Kyla says. 
 
 “ Oh, he ’ s alright, ” Jon says. He picks me up. “ Look at his little outfit. You look like Mario. You trying to catch Donkey Kong. ” He tickles me, and my feet start kicking around. I ’ ll... I ’ ll... I ’ ll kill the son of a bitch.
