[sounds of gentle snoring]

Hi, this is Evil Mig, you can tell from the goatee. Mig’s asleep right now. He went the all-you-can-eat running sushi place down the street for lunch and fell asleep at his desk when he got back, despite a big steaming cup of Neskafkafe. The side of his face is going to have paper-clip prints all over it when he wakes up.

Let’s see. What’s something really evil I could do? I could screw up his counter, that would drive him frantic. Eh, it already seems to be screwed up. Hrm. What else. Maybe I’ll go change all his passwords. Leave the toilet seat up when we get home tonight.