Morty's Newly Established Empire
Morty sat in his large, yet somewhat uncomfortably furnished office, surrounded by towering stacks of paperwork. His new titleEmperor of the Dark Worldwas still fresh on his mind, but the reality of his new position was rapidly sinking in: paperwork. The overwhelming bureaucracy had already started to crawl into his life.
Morty muttering to himself:
"Emperor, huh? Sounds cool. But when does the evil part start? It's all meetings, forms, andughapproval stamps!"
He eyed the massive stack of official documents on his desk. It was a mixture of contracts, reports, and permits for things like "world domination plans" and "army maintenance."
Morty shaking his head:
"This isn't how I imagined being Emperor would go. I thought I'd be… I don't know… conquering something. Not filling out… this!"
Greg entered the room, a slight smile on his face, holding yet another pile of papers. Morty's face contorted into a grimace.
Greg grinning:
"Your Horrible Majesty, great news! The first batch of documents for your new Empire is ready to sign! You just need to review these forms and fill them out. You know, all the standard stuff: tax exemptions, monster cloning registrations, energy consumption forecasts…"
Morty groaning:
"What do you mean 'sign'? I don't even know what half of these forms are for! What's a 'rulership compliance agreement'?!"
Greg calmly:
"Standard. Every evil empire needs to ensure they're following the right regulations to avoid fines from the Intergalactic Bureau of Villain Affairs. They're very particular about proper documentation."
Morty eye twitching:
"Fine. Fine! But where do I even start? What do I put under 'Emperor's duties' on this one? Do I just write 'World Domination' or something?"
Greg thinking for a moment:
"Well, it's not that simple. You'll have to fill in all the subcategories like, 'Environmental Threat Impact,' 'Strategic Destruction Plans,' and 'Mandatory Evil Decrees.' Plus, you'll need to show proof of army size."
Morty sighing:
"Of course. Of course, that makes sense…"
Suddenly, the door to the office opened with a dramatic bang. Enter Greta Forman, the infamous accountant for the Association of Villains. Morty froze, suddenly realizing the magnitude of his paperwork problem.
Greta glancing around the room, unimpressed:
"So, this is the new empire, huh? I've seen betterorganized villain lairs in disaster movies."
Morty wincing:
"Uh… welcome, I guess? I'm, uh… still working on the logistics of world domination."
Greta narrowing her eyes:
"Let me guess. You skipped the 'proper administrative procedures' part of the evil empirebuilding process, didn't you?"
Morty defensively:
"Of course not! I just… wasn't expecting this much paperwork!"
Greta marched up to his desk and started flipping through the documents with surgical precision.
Greta frowning:
"Emperor, you're supposed to be one of the greatest villains of all time. And yet… your documents have spelling errors, your monster registrations are out of date, and you've missed the mandatory environmental compliance form for the evil lair."
Morty gritting his teeth:
"Wait, wait, wait… I didn't know I needed a form for my lair! What kind of villainy requires a permit for world destruction?"
Greta deadpan:
"Every kind. You're in a highly regulated industry, dear. The bureaucracy is unavoidable. And don't get me started on this nonsense where you claim your 'Destructive Laser Cannons' are entertainment devices under the 'artificial attractions' section. That's illegal, by the way."
Morty shocked:
"Wait, wait… I thought I was doing this right! Entertainment devices?! They're weapons!"
Greta smirking slightly:
"You don't get to decide. I'm the one who decides what your empire qualifies as in the eyes of the Association of Villains. And right now, it's flawed. You have to make this look like a legitimate businessat least on paper."
Morty increasingly exasperated:
"Ugh, this is why I preferred just being a villain! All these rules… why does being Emperor have to be so complicated?"
Greta picking up a final form:
"Because, unlike some people, I follow the rules. You, sir, need to learn that compliance is as important as your evil plans. For now, I suggest you go back to your emperor's duties and learn how to properly file for a 'Wicked Scheme Approval' before I hand you a penalty fine for failure to submit quarterly world destruction plans."
Morty facepalming:
"Quarterly world destruction plans… seriously?"
Greg chuckling quietly in the corner:
"That's the villain business for you, Morty. Always paperwork, never the fun stuff."
Greta sighing deeply, putting the papers into a neat pile:
"Don't worry, Emperor. We'll have you in tiptop shape soon. But I expect complete compliance from now on, or your empire will fall apart… in more ways than one."
Morty defeated:
"Right. Of course. Anything else I need to know? Perhaps a form to sign my soul away?"
Greta smiling:
"Actually, yes. I'll need that one before the end of the month. You know, just in case you're planning a 'worlddestroying ritual.'"
Morty sighing deeply:
"I'm going to need a vacation after this… and maybe a new title. 'Emperor of Paperwork' just doesn't have the same ring to it."
End of Chapter.