"Sir! We've found it!" Minion #123,456,789 hurried into Dick Roman's office with the good news. "The only tablet ever in existence that perfectly describes the only way of killing you and dispersing the rest of the Leviathans, rendering us ineffectual and easily dispatched, is sealed in granite, five thousand feet below sea level, lying at the bottom of a cistern, buried under 30,000 tons of sand, beneath an ancient pyramid that no one has disturbed in thirty-seven hundred years!"

"Perfect!" Mr. Roman enthused, flashing his dazzling white teeth is his perfectly crocodile smile. "Let's dig that puppy up and get it right back here to headquarters!"

This gave Minion #123,456,789 pause.

"Sir?" He asked, trepadaciously. "You want us to bring it back here?"

"Of course!" Mr. Roman beamed. "We need to get that puppy somewhere safe!"

"Safe?" Minion #123,456,789 queried. "You want us to tunnel under a forgotten pyramid, through 30,000 tons of sand, to the bottom of a cistern, five thousand feet below sea level, to bring the only tablet ever in existence that perfectly describes the only way of killing you and dispersing the rest of the Leviathans, rendering us ineffectual and easily dispatched, somewhere safe?"

"Correctamundo!" Mr. Roman enthused. "Can't leave this sort of thing to chance, now can we?"

"Uhhh - uh - no sir…?" Minion #123,456,789 gave the smart if not the intelligent answer.

"After all…" Mr. Roman finished, the overhead office light sparkling off of his sparkling teeth. "What could possibly go wrong?"

the end