Me and Mr. Bigglesworth
Was reading some dialog out loud during lunch to do a rhythm test, stuff from a character with control issues:
“Free will was fine when all we had were spears and the odd bow and arrow. Now someone can exercise their free will, push a button, and millions of people die. It’s a luxury we can no longer afford as a species.”
Realized my cat was in my lap a moment after I read it. I’ve never had a Bond villain moment before. Time to shop for that dormant volcano.