"Mr. Mayor"
I look up from my new issue of Popular Evil. Personally, I think all these new evil gadgets are useless junk. A few good curses is really all anyone needs. But one needs to keep up with the newest evil developments.
"Mr. Mayor"
I am drawn from my thoughts and address my assistant.
"Why have you disturbed me?"
"It's um... about the lighting of the town hall Christmas tree."
I hate Christmas. Stupid songs and decorations, people being happy when the cold and bleakness of winter should be creating despair.
"I think not." I tell my assistant.
"It's traditi...."
"Not any more, have the tree burned and issue a decree, there will be no Christmas in this town. Hire extra Orcs for enforcement."
My assistant hesitates and then leaves me. Banning Christmas from the city will help my mood, but something more has to be done. I buzz my assistant.
"Yes sir?"
"Contact the arch-lich D'loch and tell him to gate to my office."
"Very well." Says my assistant and the phone clicks off.
I rub my hands together and give a typical evil chuckle. Santa and his elves will be doomed this year.