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Monday, November 12, 2007

Minions #89 - Jaws of a Dilemma


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Don't miss the latest ravings of a lunatic madman, your Minion Master, following the usual commercial bite our of your wallet...

While waiting for your impending doom, shop:
THE MINION'S LAIR OF MERCHANDISE
"Where all our customers are satisfied, because those are the ones we allow to live!"

and

NUMBER TWO'S HOUSE OF NAUGHTY

(Oh, come on. You know you want to be naughty!)

Join the Minions reminder email list or we will send a presidential candidate to kiss all your babies!* It's free, it's easy, and you'll never miss a Minions at Work cartoon (or if you do, it won't be our fault!)

*Actually, we're just going to send Minion Number Two and he's just going to bruise the little tyke's face with his gas-mask. This, however, is still better than being kissed by the candidate.)

A cautionary message from your fearless leader:

Greetings, beneficiaries,


That reminds me, as (those of you in the U.S. anyway) celebrate Thanksgiving next week, remember not to bite off more than you can chew. As for your Minion Master, I'm loading up the escape pod for a quick ballistic arc over to Las Vegas, where I'll be working with my son on a new writing project. (Hey, off-season rooms are obscenely cheap, so is food, and Chris will be doing some research for a couple upcoming writing projects of her own.)

Anyway, I'll be leaving a Minions at Work cartoon set to go for you folks next week, but it may or may not go out exactly on schedule, depending on my internet access at the time.

Lets face it, a Las Vegas casino is kind of like a lair with more neon and better access to out-call escorts. Heck, it even has evil masterminds watching your every move through hidden cameras, and a plot to part the unsuspecting from their money and to get away with it Scott-free. From a villain's standpoint, you've got just got to admire the whole operation. So consider it Minions at Work research too. So, we're off.

And don't worry about Number Two folks. He's got more lives than a cockroach, and twice as much resistance to DDT. He'll be fine just as soon as they reattach his legs. And that will happen just as soon as they find them.

See you (remotely), next week.

- Steve

1 comment:

Maynard said...

LOL! Now wait a minute, which one filed for worker's comp, No.2 or the T-Rex?