Synopsis:

“Yes, yes, of course you are,” said Zora, in what the author thought was a very Hannah-esque manner. “Look, the cook wants to know if he needs to prepare your dinner, or whether you’ll still be playing with your friends at dinnertime.” She asked.

“I’ll have Gorkon conquered before lunch—it won’t take long.” Some people would call Andrew cocky and over-confident. He just thought he had a healthy self-esteem. “And I’m not playing games—I’m taking over whole planets, Mother! Really, you just don’t believe in me!” And with that Andrew ran out of the room crying, mourning the fact that he wasn’t loved.

“It’s all wrong!” Emily cried, really, really wanting to hit the backspace button and just delete the whole scene. Andrew was supposed to be an evil villain, not someone who ran out of the room bawling like a three year old! Alas, in the favour of the Word Count, Emily restrained herself from touching the evillest of evil keys, and stood up instead. She needed chocolate.