"...And then, I will name it Drakkanada!" The blue man in the odd jumpsuit jumped up and down with glee.
"Yeah, mm-hm, that's nice," Shego said in a deadpan tone as she filed her claw-like nails through her glove.
Drakken stomped over to her, his tiny hands clenched tight. "SHEGO!!! You weren't even listening, were you?"
"Of course I was," Shego replied without looking away from her nails. "Blah-blah-blah, device too complicated to ever actually work. Blah-blah-blah, Kimmie comes in and her buffoon's rat blows up the machine. Blah-blah-blah, obsession with Canada."
"Oh, so you were listening." Drakken turned on his heel and began pacing. "But no matter! This time Kim Possible will be unable to stop me, as I took the time while you were stealing the device," he pointed to what looked like a laser gun from a '50s B-movie, "to build this baby!" Drakken pulled a sheet off of a small device that appeared to be nothing more than a Nerf gun without the foam dart.
Shego raised an eyebrow, almost afraid to ask. "...And what, exactly, is that?"
"It's a hormone-acceleration device, Shego," Drakken grinned while rubbing his hands together in the most cliche mad scientist move since the evil laugh. "One blast from this, and BAM! All of Kim Possible's neurons start firing non-stop while her brain tries to make sense of it all! She'll drop like a rag doll!"
"How long does it last?" Shego asked.
"Saywhat?"
The green woman sighed. "Listen, Dr. D, your little devices tend to backfire, so I want to test it out BEFORE you shoot Princess and end up turning her into Supergirl, alright?" She stood up and strode over to stand in front of him, looking very much like a sadistic runway model. "So, how long does it last?"
Drakken looked down at his pet project. "It should last for about half an hour, as long as my calculations are correct."
"Alright," Shego said, "here's the plan. You blast me with that thing, and if I'm not better in half an hour or it does something else nasty to me, then you get us out of here and we go into hiding until it's fixed. Capisce?"
Drakken nodded. "Sounds good to me!" He took aim at his henchwoman, and fired.
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