Arrival

When he said ten dollars, he meant just for himself. He ordered 10 double cheesburgers and ate them faster than you can say antidisestablishmentarianism (real word). He was dressed in very old-fashioned clothing, I'd say 1700s, by what I could Google-search just now. On what the Mad Scientist looks like, I want you to picture a typical mad scientist; fuzzy, disheveled hair, black circles under the eyes from lack of sleep, soiled clothes, old shoes, and a general appearance of insanity. He looks just like that, except without the black circles. He, as we were driving to what he himself called his "evil lair", explained the black circles, or lack thereof, by saying that he considered sleep one of the three most important things. Never said what the other two were. I'd imagine, based on the way he scarfed down those double cheesburgers that food is one of them. I should point out, however, that he is extremely thin, regardless of his eating habits. Once we got to an abandoned building (he never actually blind-folded me), we went down stairs and then he led me through a series of corridors, which so confused me that I can not even begin to uncover where we were (hence the question mark on the map). When we appeared to be in his "evil lair", he did something surprising. He lit a fuse, and made the whole series of corridors explode, permenantly and completely blocking any hope of leaving that way.

"Who are you?"

"Vanderdecken12"

"Wrong. You are my prisoner."

"But I was under the impression that I was hear to discuss Ben's release."

"Oh yes, yes, well, I forgot about that. Well, what would you give me for him?"

"Anything you want."

"Ten million dollars?"

"Yes,"

"five million dollars?"

I eyed him curiously, "Yes,"

"A life-time supply of beryllium?"

"Sure,"

"sixteen hundred double cheesburgers?"
I nodded.

"So fifteen million dollars, a life-time supply of beryllium, and sixteen hundred doublecheesburgers."

"Do we have a deal?" I asked anxiously.

"Absolutely not, I am not going to release him. He will become my evil minion, my second in command, my mathematical sidekick. I will be for him what you are trying to be for him, except I am such a better influence on his brain. After all, I can give him an education far surpassing anything anybody else can give him. Together, we will rule the scientific community!"

"Then why that big dialog about releasing him?"

"I wanted to see if you and he were really close."
"Well that was a big waste of time."

" And in case he resists the idea," he said, ignoring me, "I will have you as leverage. Say goodbye to the real world, Vanderdecken12, because you're never going to see the light of day again!." He said, in a loud, dark voice. He smiled in satisfaction as he heard it bounce off the walls of his lair, "except, of course, for ten hours each week, I'll take you up to the surface then, because vitamin D is very important for you, and I'd hate to do anything unhealthy to my captives." And then he threw me into a cell (which Ben is not in). Yes, I must admit that it is rather comfortable. He also let me keep my laptop, and he gave me a charger. He's quite a nice mad scientist, compared to the usual, anyway. He scrambled my GPS signal, though, so I have no idea where we are.