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There I was, with my ear pressed against a safe. The bank's alarms were already blaring, and I knew the cops would be arriving any minute now. Still, you can't rush art. Cracking this safe open required my utmost-
"Boss! Hey boss!"
...concentration. My hand slipped on the combination lock, and I shot an annoyed glare at one of my henchmen. Well, not a hench-man so much as a hench-bot. See, I'm no ordinary thief. I'm the notorious evil genius, Dr. Mechano - master of machines! From robots to laser beams to high-tech heisting gadgets, I can build anything I set my brilliant mind to! And right now, my brilliant mind was being jolted out of focus by one of my minion androids, or Minioids as I liked to call them.
"Yes, Bit?" I asked the Minioid, who was bouncing up and down excitedly. I was more than a little irritated at having to start over on the safe-cracking, but I just couldn't stay mad at my creations. They were always so eager to assist me in my diabolical schemes - just like I designed them to be.
"Hee hee!" Bit reached into their pockets, "You know all those-"
"You know all those people?" another Minioid shoved Bit aside, interrupting them. "You know, the ones you sent outside once we arrived at the bank, boss?"
"Hey! I was gonna say that, Byte!" Bit huffed.
"Nuh uh! You were taking too long!" Byte argued.
"People? What about them?" I asked. The Minioids were referring to the bank's employees and patrons. As soon as I set foot in the bank, I fired a shot into the ceiling with my trusty raygun and told everyone to get lost - which they quickly did. I was here for cash, not hostages, after all. Besides, having a bunch of people around could only complicate things; What if a pesky hero showed up and then some innocent bystander got hurt in the middle of our epic battle? I may be a villain, but I'm above senseless brutality.
"Hey, get off me!"
Speaking of which,the Minioids' little argument had devolved into a full-scale brawl. They were wrestling and childishly shouting at each other on the bank floor. And for some reason, a third Minioid had run over and joined the fray, happily wailing on the other two.
"Huh? What are you fighting for, Nibble?" Bit asked, giving Byte a good shove.
"I just thought it looked like fun!"
"Attention!" I shouted, and the three of them stopped, looking in my direction. Byte gave Bit one last smack, and then grinned up at me. I sighed, and asked once more, "What was it about the people I sent out that warranted you interrupting me?"
"Weeeell..." Bit grinned mischievously, holding an assortment of items. The other Minioids did likewise - presenting loose change, jewelry, a few wallets, and some sheets of paper, "We pickpocketed everyone on their way out!"
