I can truly appreciate an evil mastermind such as this creature. He, with his big corporation, confusing computer systems, and bigass fortune that is growing every day. The sad fact is...I'm a little short on funds right now. See, there was this party, and the Warlords and I went to Vegas...there were these slot machines...
Wipe that smirk from your face, fool.
I, with my group of mostly female Warlords, have concocted a little plan to get ahold of Bill's fortune...
Her name is Rekka-chan. Dark Warlord of Loserville and Unpopularity.
My other Warlords and I dragged her kicking and screaming to a beauty salon, where she had her nails, hair, and makeup done. Exactly fifteen hours later, she looked like a very pissed, but very attractive Dark Warlord.
Add some low-cut blouses, a Wonderbra, and heels and a skirt, we have:
Ms. Rekka Chan: Intern at Microsoft!
This fiesty young Warlord shall slowly worm her way under Bill-chan's defenses, with her coy ways and promising smiles. Bill shall succumb to her charms, and very soon...
That's right. Wedding bells.
The Warlords and I shall head down to his mansion and plan a big bachelorette party for her, involving former Warlords, lots of wet towel slapping, and little headbands with inappropriate...objects...bobbing around on springs.
After stopping my faithful Warlord's attempt to strangle me with the stripper's necktie, we shall all have a nice long rest. (Me with my bodyguards, of course.) The next morning, we'll force Rekka-chan into her Wonderbra and low-cut designer wedding dress, and get dressed to kill (literally) for the wedding.
After conveniently getting Bill to sign a document leaving everything to me, the happy wedded couple will leave for their honeymoon to France. Alas...a strange freak accident shall arise. A strange, yet familiar blonde *cough* will be seen in a helicopter above the honeymoon cruise ship, a bazooka aimed at the hull.
Rekka-chan shall be sorely missed.