Jeff Bezos isn't cool enough to be Dr. Evil.
And funnily enough, Dr Evil is less evil.
Jeff Bezos isn't cool enough to tell future generations about.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
It isn't!?
Good, shield your kids from the horrors of the real world as long as you can (if that even is ok to do, depends on times ... def teach him the value of a bottle cap).
What about mini me?
But then they'll ask you how a ship like that broke through the armored ceiling which leads to all sorts of awkward questions about the before-times when we lived on the surface.
Close enough.
