See that giant, creepy mansion on the hill? Yeah. That’s mine.
Oh. Did I mention I have a chauffeur? And a butler? And don’t even get me started on that multi-million dollar laboratory in the basement where I conduct my questionable and unethical experiments. Do you think those giant plasma spectroscopes just paid for themselves? Well, I assure you, they did not.
I paid for it. All of it. With my incredible wealth.
Here’s my advice. All of you impoverished, have-not beggars, enjoy your days “occupying” city parks and dilapidated sidewalks because your days are numbered.
I’ll be planning the takeover of the world from my ostentatious yet non-flamboyant mansion, on the hill, overlooking the humble village, filled with the illiterate, state-college educated commoners, below.
The villagers say they’re the 99 percent. I’m surprised they can do simple math.