5.14b

I'm not going to do a "d," but I will try to catch up somehow. I mean, the lower limit is three sentences. Surely I can do 9 a day.

He had been cast as mouse in the ever popular cat-drama.

He swilled his wine in the bottom of his glass and stopped suddenly. He threw the glass across the room into the wall.

His livery had gone from red and black to yellow and navy blue. His instrument panel had been trimmed back to a touch screen and a single row of white buttons. He had dropped the appellate from his title and went by "Renovitch," rather than "Dr. Renovitch," or "Sir Renovitch," as was his right. He had removed the fires from his sitting room, scaled back security to three men in a surveillance room, and sold his hunting dogs. He now powered his industrial complex with solar panels and windmills. He ate vegetables and grains from the local market.

He gave away his cat.

And yet, every time he tried to launch a satellite or build a laser or run for president or anything, some half-witted superhero would come and try to shut him down.

Villain. It's not such a nasty term until it applies to you.