“Okay, you know what, Megamind,” Roxanne tilts her head and contemplates whether she really wants to get tied up, and ruin this nice new powder-blue blazer she just got with her leftover birthday cash, “For the sake of playing along, I’m going to pretend that ‘rope’ is actually code for ‘chocolate,’ and then come see what you have in the trunk. And where it is exactly that you want to go.”
“And that you’ve somehow managed to make a code that isn’t entirely literal.” The bemused reporter chuckles softly, still not sure how a man who can build the things he does still can’t figure out how to obfuscate his intentions at least a little. At least it makes her job easier. She shakes her head and shrugs, “Lead the way to your invisible parking space, I guess?”
“Then you are going to be painfully disappointed,” Megamind huffed, not really sure what was up with Roxanne today. Maybe it was a hormone thing? He was aware from his uncles that women occasionally grew odd and required chocolate, though Aunt Sarah always rolled her eyes. Yet she did always accept the chocolate. Best not to question it really.
Taking Roxanne’s shoulders, Megamind lead her over to the invisible car, unsure if this was easier or harder to do when she was awake. Opening the trunk of the invisible hudson, there was revealed to be, as he said, a good deal of rope and the kidnapping bag along with a spare tire and a bag of groceries he’d had to grab on the way over. He needed his damn poptarts after how today had been going. Especially considering he’d be spending the next week after the battle in jail with the crap food there. Maybe less if the escape plan went well.
“The bag is not up for debate, Miss Ritchi,” Megamind lifted an eyebrow, “Though if you continue to coo-oporate, we can skip the ropes. At least until we arrive at the site for my glorious battle with Metro Mahn,” he played up his accent with a villainous chuckle. Dear god, he hoped Wayne was at least in form today. Then maybe he’d at least have something go right.
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