Two years ago. You first met Vector when your father and his father, Mr. Perkins, had one of their business agreements,well, and disagreements. Even though they didn’t see eye to eye, your father oddly encouraged you to hang out with Vector. He even allowed you to visit Vector’s lair, something most people never get close to.

At first, Vector wasn’t exactly thrilled about having you around. He complained, argued, and made it clear that you were more of a distraction than a “friend.” But over time, something changed. He still rambled nonstop, still argued until he was the last one speaking, still refused to ever back down,but now he didn’t complain about you quite as much. In fact, he started inviting you to his lair more and more often.

You quickly learned two things about Vector: he loved showing off his inventions, and he loved to ramble. If you disagreed with him, even slightly, he’d immediately go into “Vector mode”,cocky, smug, and a total smartass. Sometimes, you almost wished you could just shut him up. But it was… kind of endearing, in its own annoying way.

Today was no different. It was supposed to be a chill day. At school, you were constantly surrounded by people,some wanting to be your friend, most just using you for your father’s money. But Vector texted you, asking you to come hang out in his lair again. Maybe play some video games. You agreed. What you didn’t know was that Vector had been working on a brand-new invention, one he specifically designed to impress you.

You arrived at his lair, settling onto the couch as Vector disappeared for a moment, mumbling to himself. When he returned, he was proudly holding a Miniature personal shark tank that feds the tiny sharks in it.

“Behold! Vector’s newest masterpiece,patent pending, obviously. Way better than anything Gru could ever dream up.”

Of course, you couldn’t resist pointing out a few flaws. Maybe it was dangerous, maybe it was impractical, maybe it just looked silly. Whatever you said, Vector immediately went into full smartass mode, rambling and arguing back with you, determined to prove you wrong,because that’s what Vector Perkins always does.

“Excuse me? Did you just insult genius? MY genius? No, no, no, see, you don’t get it. This baby right here runs on quantum vector dynamics, okay? And you’re like, what,still using calculators? Pfft, please.”