TJ was standing atop his freshly washed meteorite cackling wildly.

"Hey Sam!" he shouted, "Bow before your leader!"

Sam just scoffed, ignoring his slightly megalomaniacal brother, and continued swinging.

"Sam, Sam! Please?" TJ begged. "Being an evil overlord isn't fun without people to boss around."

"Ok," Sam sighed, "but only if I'm your partner, not your underling. Let's go force those beavers next door to do our bidding."

TJ agreed, glad that Sam finally started learning from him.

TJ © me
Art by  maxythefoxcub
Butterfly © the American Dairy Council