James Bond-level Supervillian
I laugh manaically at the drop of a hat. I can easilly live a comfortable, well off life in the private sector with my knowledge of weather satelites, super computers, nuklear power, sun-blocking domes, macrophones, pragmatic adjustable beds, and so on, along with my sexy wife/lover/secretary, but that'd be too easy. I have to rule the world for some undefined reason from my underground lair, or orbiting death station, or inverted castle. I can come up with clever, albiet somewhat cliche statements towards my foes.
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