“You really need to let that go. Your idea sucked. Deal with it. And everyone else loves Under the Sea,” he brags. “Not me.” “This sounds like a good villain origin story,” he says. “It is pretty good,” I agree, drumming my chin, then flicking my gaze back to him. “You’ll be my first victim.” “Wouldn’t expect anything less. Just don’t ruin my face. I’d like to have an open-casket funeral.” “Of course you would. And a horse-drawn carriage to cart your body through town too, right?” “A gold stagecoach could work, yes.”
