I am not a supervillan.
I am not even particularly evil.
I don’t have leagues of minions to do my bidding, nor an apocalyptic superweapon and a world domination plan. I don’t have a comely young sidekick who will fall for the master spy sent to stop me. (I do have HA, who is comely indeed and younger than I am, yet a bit more grown-up than a Bond girl sort of accomplice and unlikely to throw in with my nemesis.)
HOWEVER, by this definition from Merriam-Webster…
I do have a compound. It’s fenced and gated, to keep Luna the Big Dog™ in and the pesky piggies out. It has multiple buildings, some of which could be used as residences (one certainly is)…
- and it’s on a remote island!
- and it’s on the side of a volcano!
It isn’t underground yet, but reportedly there’s a lava cave down in the gulch where perhaps, one day, I can locate the nerve center.
I can already relish the headlines:
Twoprops has been named a person-of-interest, but is believed to be residing at his island compound and is unavailable for comment.
—2p