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Every evil dictator needs to disseminate propaganda to the populace, and I offer my services in that regard. Rest assured, no matter how dire the circumstances- plague, alien invasion, the escape of your sharks into the city water main, explosive lab accidents during the testing of Mr. Phox's experimental death-rays, or even Mordant's accidental release of black forces from beyond the grave that are too powerful for hir to contain etc etc- all shall be given a cheerful, dictator-supporting spin, outright denied, or, if possible, blamed on seditious Starbucks sympathisers. Note my flair for alliteration. |
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