Dr. Evil:
Gentlemen, welcome to my underground lair. It's been 30 years, but I'm back. Everything's gone perfectly to plan except for one small flaw: due to a technical error by my henchman Mustafa, complications arose in the unfreezing process.
Mustafa:
But my design was perfect.
Dr. Evil:
Look what you did to Mr. Bigglesworth!
[he shows the Persian cat is now hairless]
Mustafa:
But, Dr. Evil, we were unable to anticipate feline complications to the reanimation process...
Dr. Evil:
Silence!
[he presses a button on a control box, and Mustafa is dumped from his chair into a furnace below]
Dr. Evil:
Let this be a reminder to you all that this organization will not tolerate failure.
[Mustafa moans in agony]
Dr. Evil:
Gentlemen, let's get down to business.
[another moan of agony]
Dr. Evil:
We've got a lot of work to do.
Mustafa:
Someone help me! I-I'm still alive, only I'm very... badly burned.
Dr. Evil:
Some of you I know, some of you I'm meeting for the first time.
Mustafa:
Ah-ah! Hello out there! Anyone! Could someone call an ambulance? I'm in quite... a lot of pain.
Dr. Evil:
Okay, you've all been gathered here to form my evil cabinet.
Mustafa:
Ohhh!
Dr. Evil:
Excuse me.
[picking up a telephone receiver]
Dr. Evil:
Yes, he's down there.
Voice on Dr. Evil's Telephone:
Is he dead?
Dr. Evil:
No, not dead. Burned. Badly.
Voice on Dr. Evil's Telephone:
So you want me to take care of him?
Dr. Evil:
Yes.
Voice on Dr. Evil's Telephone:
I'll kill him.
Dr. Evil:
Riiiiight.
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