Me personally? I think not! I did eventually develop an antisugar antidote—one might even refer to it as a *salty* serum—but unfortunately the entire affair blew over before i even had a chance to utilize it.
Not that i would want to come off as a hero in light of saving the city from a horrid parody of itself but it sure would have been nice to outclass another villain with my superior smarts. At least i THINK it was a scheme perpetuated by another villain? Who else would cause such ruckus?
However if im truly to be honest… no one seems to know. It was said that the original disease was initially administered through a tainted batch of processed sugar. From there it spread like wildfire until it suddenly wore off and died out. Almost as if it was a test run for a more potent dosage? I certainly hope it wasnt.
I dont need a repeat of that friggin week and all the hassle it brought.
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That ludicrous flash game? Completely unrealistic! As if anything of that sort could ever happen. Besides i can assure you as the actual son of lord english that he was definitely missing out by abandoning what he had for some boring old normal life.
==> But you do mean that? The way you uncertainly fiddle with the collar of your shirt and turn away from your audience suggests otherwise. That other Jake English seemed… well, happy. He woke up, he got a truly spectacular kiss, and you might be just a tad jealous because you know deep down that there will be no such escape into happily-ever-after for you.
==> You wake up that later night, sweat-soaked and shaking, but this ‘nightmare’ leaves you more frustrated than afraid. Dammit. It seems your accidental encounter with Dirk Strider hasn’t relieved you of these sorts of dreams. If anything, you swear they’re growing more common.
Yes! Although once i grew taller than him it became a rather frustrating game to play. He could hide almost anywhere thanks to his short stature. And thats not even mentioning his friggin luck!
To be honest? I can probably attribute much of my childhood guidance to the felt. I sort of consider them akin to a gaggle of eccentric uncles and one aunt i am not allowed to bother although in truth they are my fathers top henchmen and not any biological relations of mine. When he was busy and didnt have time for me they were the ones charged with my care.
Let me assure you there were shenanigans galore!
Well anonymous adventurer i am proud to say i use this brand:
It was recommended to me by a more than helpful follower who pointed out that a real villain should dominate in all things—even hair care! I am admittedly not quite sure how to pronounce the brands name but hey i got a free hair brush out of it so its all good to me!
Plus it leaves me smelling like a real man.
I certainly have my share of mixed feelings regarding this revelation.
Since you yourself seem to be a sort of… well… me its probably better for the both of us if you dont fear me. Then again i sure would love to have someone actually cower in front of me for once!
What the frig is all this nonsense? Cease all this ridiculous graffiti at once!
What glasses?
Indeed I have! I cant even remember a time when i wasnt being groomed for a villainous life. My earliest memories involve toy ray guns and a large model of the city that i was instructed to destroy in whatever way i thought best. I was then graded on how devious and evil my plans were!
I have some baby photos if you would like to see them? *winks* I was quite the charming little devil. And stylish too! 
