The Dark Overlord lounged upon his eldritch throne of thorns and bones and sighed. His minions bustled around him on their appointed duties, ceaseless and unstoppable, so he sighed again. Catching the hint, Dreekle looked up from his clipboard and asked, “What is troubling you, my Lord?”
“Do you remember when we had real heroes who would storm my fortress and try to defeat me?” he said sadly, crying a nostalgic tear.
“Yes,” Dreekle replied, “you killed them all.”
The Overlord sneered as Matt and Charlie were dragged and dropped in front of him.
“Doesn’t seem worth it,” he said.