You're a henchman working for a rather cruel, genial and 'moustache-twirling' supervillain lady. You feel rather nervous with the report and you hope you don't get a fate worse than death like what happened to the last henchman who disappointed her. Suffice to say, you weren't in the mood to become laser shark munchies. You enter the lair and make your way to the main room where you see her on her chair with her back turned to you. And she held a cat on her lap based on the meowing noises. "I assume things went well? You should know in advance that I HATE disappointments." she tells you with a cold ominous tone