I have a friend whose name is Joe. Joe is Evil.
At least, he says he is.
He claims to have Top Secret Evil Plans to take over the world and rule us all with his iron fist from an orbiting luxury space station. Granted, they’re very vague plans as of yet, but he figures he can fill in the details later.
Naturally, I must oppose these plans. I mean, Evil must be fought in all its forms, right? Even in the form of a friend with whom I exchange rambly emails on boring days at work. So I am now Joe’s arch-nemesis, as well as his friend. (Just because we’re mortal enemies, it doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, you know.)
Today we were discussing the prevalence of snarkiness on the internet, and wondering what should be done about it. I suggested that once Tirithien gets through med school, we have him invent a type of surgery called a snarkectomy, which would render people incapable of further snark. Joe quite rightly pointed out that surgical removal of snark would be difficult to do, as surgery requires such things as consent. But a snarkectomy would be a mad scientist type of surgery, I explained. Therefore, there would be no need for consent at all. What mad scientist bothers to get the consent of his victims?
Apparently with this I broke character from my “good” persona, because Joe sent me this:
Ah ha! Encouraging non-consensual surgeries! You're coming around to my evil ways. Soon it will be entirely unnecessary to defeat you, since you will have become as evil as I am! BWA HA HA HA!
Okay. I guess I’m Evil now. Fear me. :-P I am Evil. I am wicked. I am immoral and malevolent. I kick puppies… wait, no I don’t. Even if I’m going to be Evil, I still have my standards, darn it!
I’m sure it won’t be so bad. Villainesses get much better costumes than heroines do, most of the time.
But Joe still will have to defeat me... if he can! I’m not giving up the arch-nemesis gig. I mean, if I’m Evil, I’m taking over the world for myself. Evil people don’t have to share. ;-)