The minions have unionized.

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“One! Two! Three! Four! No more beating on Igor!”

Mad Doctor Snapcase stared in confusion at the brown-robed hunchbacks below. How could they do this to him? He needed them for… for…

For everything.

Igors did everything he didn’t want to do. They took in the mail, they took out the trash, they took in the laundry, they took everything. Including the blame.

No roars of “Minion!” could bring him a handy target now. There was only one person left in his castle.

Mad Doctor Snapcase stared at that individual in the mirror. “This is all your fault,” he growled.

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