If a minion is very good, you only need one. I had brainbots to fill any manpower gap, but Minion was-- well, he was singular.

[ Gone now. Walked out. Left him. ]

[ Megamind reaches out, taking up his gloves and looks at them. His tech, Minion's artistry and design. A beautiful marriage of skill and vision. It makes the guilt sour his stomach all the more intensely. ]

If I asked for clothes, he'll give me what I want instead of whatever he thinks is -- appropriate for a person of my station, then?

[ A prison. Not that he isn't remarkably comfortable in his orange jumpsuit, but-- still. Nobody else is wearing them, why should he? ]