The villain cut through the jungle, musing on the heat. He was silently grateful his immortal form gave him tolerance to heat, as holy shit this would be awful otherwise. He had no idea how his intended targets could tolerate it.
But that didn't matter. Only getting booty mattered. And there were two prime specimens in this jungle. Three if you count Sabor. Which the villain did.
Ah, there was fun to be had. Other villains to thwart. Minions to collect. Life was a game, and he intended to cheat to win.
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