| LAZER A laser came out of his right finger. "You wouldn't..." pleaded Jeeves, trembling under the weight of his oversized head. His goiter jiggled with fear as it poured over a starched white collar that was too small for his neck, sweat running down his red face onto his red and blue paisley tie. "You wouldn't!" said Jeeves, this time with more authority in his voice; the kind of authority that comes with a pressed gray suit and a gold nameplate reading "DAN JEEVES - CEO" to rest on the desk. "You wouldn't-" his own fat finger stretched out "-dare!" he hissed, punctuating the last word with a gruesome squinting expression. The detective was still pointing his laser-tipped finger at him, it's single red, unblinking eye ready to unleash the fury of a million light particles of an ultraviolet frequency on Jeeve's huge corrupt head. "No, Jeeves, you wouldn't. Wouldn't stop yorself; a gigantic political juggernaut slowly capitalizing on the suffereing of millions. Someone has to make you quit. That someone is me." Jeeves straightened up and forced his voice out of the back of his throat. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into Detective-" "Inspector..." interrupted the man, brushing some dust off of his beige trenchcaot. "...and I do. Go-Go Gadget Laser!" A scream rang out as Jeeves's body crashed through his office window. |