The place already has a gate! I concur with this as a choice. Please note that on one of the silk napkins laying on your desk for the next general meeting. And thanks for reminding me we had one.
Speaking of the silk linen, and it will help if you reference your photo of the henchmen, but the cowboy guy called me at 0300hrs this morning - you MUST work with them on protocols for contacting either of us - and was plainly drunk. He slurred that you had already accepted him as a henchmen but secured his services only if he was willing to,(how do I put this delicately?), agree to you performing unspeakable acts on him.
Now, I know you have certain 'proclivities' and I certainly do not begrudge you them, but if you're going to get the help drunk in order to have your way - could you at least duct tape them till morning so they cannot access your phone? I don't want anymore of these foul creatures ringing my phone for that detestable emotion called 'compassion'. Please let them know, if you have to carve it into their bellies, that I was not born with the Compassion Gene and, Duhhh, probably why I'm the other half of our Dynamic Evil Duo.
Since that's out of the way, I rummaged through some old boxes and found ten pairs of black socks, one of blue, and one of pink. I also found some adult diapers and bow ties, but this may not be fitting for the Henchmen Unit. However, until our budget's bigger I think they must understand their choices will be limited in uniform but we could probably offset this minor insult by supplying them with some of my great Uncle Flo's disco records. He had all the superexplosivedynamicsmash super hits on 45's. Yeesh is sleeping on a few right now.
As for learning French, I could've sworn at the general meeting you mentioned that I could easily speak French gesturing wildly with my hands and shouting a lot. I'm going to hold you to that for now.
BTW, the former members of Milli Vanilli insist they're broke. I warned them that failure to be generous with us might bump them higher on our Revenge List, so they suggested we contact Dame Edna's old wigmaker. Even during the teeth pulling session, they could not remember this persons name. Sorry. Would you like me to untie them now and go ahead and put them up for sale, or save them for our press conference?
Time for lemon pie!
Oh, one last thing: I may lengthen my name from time to time, or shorten it, depending on my memory. For now, it's pretty good so...
The Almighty and Easily Angered Pink Avenger Deluxis!!