Ki sighed, staring at his computer screen, and took another sip from the glass of fine French wine he was holding. Turning to his side, he shouted off into the depths of his huge, spacious mansion: "Jeeves! Jeeves! It seems that I'm a loser!"
His butler, Jeeves, materialized at his side. "Indeed, sir. I have often suspected it."
Ki sighed again. "But, damnitall, Jeeves, I try so hard! Why, look at my men's evening gown! Isn't it fashionable? I especially like the fringe, here..."
Jeeves coughed.
"Oh, yes, you're right -- I have to decide whether I'm going to have sex with my sexy, sexy, wife or my even sexier mistress tonight. Sigh. The responsibilities of rank, I suppose. Why did I appoint myself dictator of this small South-American nation anyway?"
"I believe the master said that he began to get bored after his discovery of the atomic fusion generator."
Ki snapped his fingers. "Oh, that's right!" He pulled a small fusion generator off of a shelf on the wall. "That was fun, but a little to easy. I should really set higher goals for myself." He turned back to the computer screen. "But, for now I have to do something about my being a loser!"
"Indeed." The expression on the butler's face said that he very strongly doubted that there was anything that could be done.
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