20-Word Challenge 7

Evil Editor's FAVORITE monologue, delivered at a RATTLING pace, was HALFWAY finished for the FIFTEENTH time, when a mysterious man in a PATCHED LEATHER jacket entered the room. The man FLIPPED open a PRECARIOUSLY BALANCED multi-COLORED box and announced in a HORRIBLE, KNOWING voice, "Your BIRTHDAY SANDWICH is here, Sir. We have been PREPARING it all day." WITHOUT LOOKING away from his audience of Evil Minions, Evil Editor SETTLED two twenties, covered with traces of MARKERS, into the man's CR...