Challenge #00327: A Gru-some Predicament

The minions have unionized and gone on strike

[AN: I just fell over backwards in the bathroom and did something horrible to my right arm. This fillet is being typed left-handed LIKE A BOSS. PS: it’s not broken, but it hurts like fuck]

“DE BA DO! DE BA DO!” the minions chanted, marching in circles in the underground complex that was both their workplace and their home. They carried placards with their grievances.

Alas, they were written in minionese.

“Gu ba de nuka se?” read Lucy.

Gru glared at her. “This is your fault. All your ’freedom’ and ’inalienable rights’… Now they are all wanting the upstairs bedrooms.”

“You can read that?”

“Of course I can read that. I created each and every one of them. I know them like back of my hand.” He sighed. “I just can’t afford what they want. Being hero is not so good on the budget.”

“So move into my place.”

“What, that tiny little flat in city? We’d never fit.”

“Not my cover-place, silly. My secret base place.” Lucy grinned. “I have an island…”

“You have island? How you manage island on hero salary?”

“Oh, some king gave it to me, one time. Want to see?”

Gru got puppy-eyes. “Does it have volcano? I have always dreamed of having villain base on volcano…”

“But you’re a hero.”

“I still have needs!”

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