Megamind lay sprawled on his couch. Staring at the glowing lights. He’d only managed to get half undressed and had left the double layer of jeans on. But he was inside and that was what mattered. Minion had given up on wrangling the teen and had left him giggling on the reclaimed sofa.  Megamind tossed another cheez it into the air, trying to catch it in his mouth, orange dust and crumbs and missed crackers laying all over him.

He’d had his first serious run in with the purple drug lord. Laughing the older man had sent the feisty teen away as high as a kite. Minion shored up the boards and tarps that protected them from the gusts of wind blowing in from the lake. Their lair tucked away in the lower floor of an abandoned building with open holes where the department windows used to be offering scant protection on their own. He wished Megamind would put his coat back on or get into the sleeping bag, but the blue teen kept throwing off all his attempts.

Waving another handful of cheez-its in the air Megamind ranted for the fifth time, poking at his purple nipple, “But they’re weird right? Like why do I even have them? Like, but they are fun ok, but why?”

Minion sighed, “Yes Sir, mammals are strange.”