Gee, do you think you got enough warning signs? Shego asked with a little more acid than was usual even for her. As much as she liked the Caribbean sun, she wasnt much for standing around under its full glare clothed in he full, clingy jumpsuit and holding an armload of wooden signs.
Drakken finished pounding a Danger!! sign into the rocky soil and motioned for another one, which she tossed to him. Better overkill than… underkill, he said with slightly manic cheerfulness. Besides, the last thing we need is some schmuck stumbling onto out secret lair and exposing us.
And the freaky building on the cliff surrounded by eighty million warning signs isnt suspicious at all, she muttered darkly.
Another one! he called. She lifted one out of the bunch. Then she caught sight of what it said. Haunted? Are you kidding me?