Minions and Me with a Touch of Wizardry (fun imagery w/ violent technique)

Here yee, here yee, the honorable meeting of minions of Minneapolis is now commencing. The minion mobile just drove by (the despicable me minion toy I placed on the top of the sheriff car is now in its place of prominance on the dashboard). Invisibility may be the next move for that car only. Minions inside, I am sorry that I did not wave, but this is a SECRET society of slaves. Oh poor me, poor me, poor me University. Well I think that will be St. Thoams next week. We handle a lot of reclamation projects here in the downtown vicnity, but the highest lowest clown minion is me. Boston strangler on scene. He is definitely a petite version of despicable strangulation. I give him the keys to the Shrine Circus, actually. Top Shriner in family leaves one alone at his knees. Sometimes I had to just say, "Shut the fuck up, anyway." Maybe a phone book to his head left him dead for a minute or three, but then I bring his One can of Special Export for the night, and he just sits upright and drinks properly, right in front of me. He creates an alchy son so that he is the only one without chemical abuse issues. That is my meeting share for tonight. Being minions means KEEP IT BEHIND THE SCENES. I have no sway. I write every day and possibly karaoke (no booze associated with this activity). See what I have got in the pot and you will agree that YOU can do it actually if it comes to be the way you stay free. Marshal minion, oh so clean. It is time for you to get REALLY mean verbally to cominion and have the sheriff hear it actually. VOICES IN HIS HEAD ARE ABSURD. He should be dead. No surprise on that shock collar. A lot you know, I keep the door closed. Bing bing bing (Brits can see, but not me). This meeting of the minions of Minneapolis is now ADJOURNED.