I thought I did everything right this time. The tornado bomb. The
nausea ray. The giant nuclear wasps. And yet here I sit once again, in
front of my wall of TVs, watching those do-gooders ruining my plans. I
suppose any minute now they’ll crash through the “impregnable” walls of
my “hidden” citadel and cart me off to the government’s latest
super-prison. Ho-hum. I used up half a can of epaulet polish for this?
I regret nothing. Let’s face it: when you’re born with a skull for a
head, one steel robot hand, and one big pincher claw, your career path
is pretty well laid out right from the beginning. The question isn’t
“Was it a mistake to become a supervillain?” It’s “Was I the best
supervillain I could be?” Despite the low body count on this latest
adventure, I think I’m doing just fine, thanks.
Hey, you want to see my CNN clip from 1997? I got to meet Christiane Amanpour. That was cool. Almost succeeded in lowering her into that vat of acid, too.
This shirt was designed by: the superstitious, cowardly Gimetzco!
Mild-mannered Andrew Bargeron was first corrupted by designing t-shirts
for ska bands before infiltrating the likes of threadless, tinymeat,
and Design By Humans. Gimetzco, you diseased maniac!
Wear this shirt: if you can fit it around your scarred, super-augmented cyborg torso.
Don’t wear this shirt:
to your Injustice Association of Evildoers & Affiliated Fiends
meetings. Even among the world’s most psychotic megalomaniacs, wearing
your own t-shirt is considered bad form.
This shirt tells the world: “You win this round…but I will have my revenge!”
We call this color: “The White Skull” Isn’t That Scary A Supervillain Name Because That’s What Color They Usually Are.
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