Yeah, I like me my megalomaniacal schemes. Getting my claws into all the sinister plots, all of them, and pulling the strings from behind the scenes, and all that. Sowing discord and strife is just one of my little hobbies, you know. I wish I had thought to bring my espeon along so I could sit around stroking her in a suitably sinister fashion.
I mean, holy inconsistencies, Batman! I don't know what exactly you expect me to do when you can't even decide how, exactly, I managed to ruin your lives forever onoes, or just what lolevil plot I'm working on today (I've got so many irons in the fire, it's hard to keep track). I'm not a mind-reader, unlike some people around here I could name, so if you don't give me something to go on, you can't really expect me to respond to force with something other than force.
The whole reason you and your friends got locked up in the first place was for being kind of difficult to reason with, after all. Your behavior just hasn't been that great. I mean, let's review: Mind-manipulating people because you thought it was amusing. Trying to assassinate me all the damn time. Eating people who get sucked into your little pocket dimension. Or, you know, dropping a draco meteor shower on a minor metropolitan area. These... these are why we can't have nice things. Or rather, why
you can't have nice things so that other people can.
And believe me, I would love to take the fight to your smug pseudofeline face, but even I have to admit when I need a bit of backup. And, given that nobody else can lay down the rules to contain a battle of this magnitude, I'm going to have to spend my time keeping everybody from being reduced to little charred matchsticks rather than getting in the thick of things. Sucks, but I'm not seeing any other options, here. Except you lot coming quietly, that is. No chance of that, is there?