Architects of Disaster

The young woman plodded furiously down the road. Her high, fleshy cheeks shook with each step, anger flashing in her eyes. "No," she hissed, "There's no way that brainless rascal can get away with this!" As she left the road and got onto a path, a head rose from the bushes nearby. This head belonged to Lars. There was a dastardly expression on it, and this expression spread to the rest of his lean body. "Aha!" he said, air punching triumphantly. "Aha!" Now, whenever Lars said, 'Aha,' it was never a good thing, for that is what he said before he carried out his dastardly deeds.