Meanwhile

[dont_go_west]

It's a beautiful night outside. The sun is setting, the breeze is breezing, and the forest is ... doing forest things. Which, in the case of this forest, means creaking ominously and occasionally spewing forth fliers which bear the heading: COMMUNISM NOW! and tiny but proportionally perfect drawings of marmots

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[mmquitecontrary]

There are more trampled flowers in the greenhouse.

Mary lets out a short furious noise, and then sets grimly to work clearing up the damage.

[doc_evil]

Oh yes he did!

"My eyes, my eyes! Help, I'm melting. Melting now. Melting. Oh, what a world, what a world..."

Lower lip stuck out in a clear pout, Doctor Evil wipes his face and is surprised to discover he's perfectly fine.

"Muahahahahahaha!"

Another flower pot is kicked over. This time, however, he kicks his foot up behind him, spins around while keeping Mary in his line of sight (Frau makes him take yoga and pilates) and runs away.

Given that he runs like a drunk person and keeps looking back over opposite shoulders, he's not precisely quick.

[mmquitecontrary]

Promise to Duo not to attack people or not, when Mary sees Dr. Evil fleeing, her instincts kick in. The flower pot destroyer must not be allowed to escape!

Dropping her trowel, she runs after him. "Stop! Murderer!" she shouts - and Mary has an impressive set of vocal chords; her voice rings out loud and clear - and continues the chase, with intent to tackle!

[doc_evil]

Doctor Evil lets out an unmanly squeal as the dirt rushes up to meet his face. Luckily it is very soft dirt (and somewhat fragrant fertilizer) and his stomach takes most of the impact.

"No. No, no. Minions do that. Yeah. It's in their job description, under mandatory rumba lessons."

Does she know nothing?

"Where do you keep the boiling hot mag-ma?" he asks, while struggling to stand.

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary digs her knee into Dr. Evil's back to keep him down. Now she has him, she's not letting him escape!

. . . she doesn't quite know what she's going to do with him, mind. But letting him escape is not an option!

"Then you ought to have sent minions to destroy my greenhouse! But that is not a mistake you will ever make again!"

Or she will . . . something! Yeah!

[doc_evil]

"Leapin' Li-zards!"

Doctor Evil's face contorts.

"Great googly moogly."

His arms flail and his legs kick; it looks a lot like when people practice paddling a surfboard on land.

"A-hole."

He folds his arms under his chin and exhales loudly.

"If this were Belgium, I would make you go sit in the corner with a chicken and read your tea leaves backwards."

[mmquitecontrary]

"But it is not Belgium," Mary says. "It is my greenhouse, and therefore I make the rules."

This has a nice ring to it, even though, in point of fact, Mary just has a time-share on a piece of communal Milliways property with no proprietary claim to it at all.

"And if I ever catch you in here again, you shall - you shall suffer a lot worse than you are now!"

(Mary makes a quick mental note to brush up on her threats, for the next time she is in such a situation.)

[doc_evil]

Doctor Evil listens, making faces, until finally he yells:

"Shhhhhhhh! Zip it, you tiny blonde plant freak."

Wriggling sideways, he manages to roll away and jump to his feet.

This is fan-frickin-tastic. Now my simple but fashionable quasi-futuristic outfit is rumpled. Yeah. All your fault." He pouts. "This is my lair at the end of the universe. Mine. All mine!

"But you can be the minion in charge of the greenhouse. If you make it an... evil greenhouse?"

With evil plants!