![]() ![]() He looked at a lifetime of notations on a collection of whiteboards, lines of meticulously maintained tools for his engineering projects, and glowing vats waiting for his next minion. “Hert,” Evan said as the girls ran into his lab and stopped next to the Agree-With-Me Ray with appreciative “oo’s” and “ah’s.” “The lasers are out in the desert for Minion Field Day, sir.” “And the knives,” Evan said as he hurried down the stairs. “Yes, Daddy!” they chorused before rushing Hert like the offensive line at the Pro-Bowl and charging down the stairs. Only touch something if Daddy says it’s okay. ![]() ![]() “Even if I ignored the laws, what could they do?” “Will you go to your lab? Please?”Įvan groaned in dismay. He needed to win the election, if nothing else he needed the Secret Service guarding his girls before they went to school. Is Daddy in the lab, sweetheart?”īlessing tilted her head to the side in an exact imitation of her mother. ![]()
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