Your secret base is on a deserted island, and it is not much of a base but a couple of abandoned wreckage from ships passing by that you have turned into a small unstable shelter. Your so-called "evil empire" consists of some wild apes that roam the island in search of fruit to steal - and instead of being an overlord, you're more of a crazy hermit, who has lost their mind after being stranded when the doomed ocean liner called the S.S. Tropic Princess got caught in a storm and crashed.
"Alright Mr. Winslow," you say to one of the apes that hangs around the shelter. The primate looks at you with confusion as it always does. "What is the status report? Have we located the whereabouts of Agent X?" Before it can answer, a powerful sounding of rockets and machinery is heard in the distance.
"What the hell? Dispense the minions! We are being attacked!" The apes start going crazy, screeching, and circling around the base. The skies begin to dark as if a storm is coming, but this appears to be the result of the unknown vehicle blackening the skies. "Mr. Winslow?" Your #2 is nowhere to be found, everyone who supposedly works for you is scattering.
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