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Okay, so I got bored.... *really* bored. Bored enough to stuff Lotor into a closet and force him to write an advice column for all of the little people out there who have any perplexing questions about anything at all. Now, before you ask me why I did this-

Hey, get back in there! *shoves back in closet* I didn't say that you could come out! *Ahem* Anyway, I did this because the poor guy is almost overflowing with angst from all sorts of stuff- a father that perpetually bitches, the repeated thwartings of his plans by a certain Voltron Force, the many, many refusals of Princess Allura-

*Sigh* Okay, so this guy has had to put up with a lot of guff, and this makes him able to relate to other love-starved people more easily. Plus, I was inspired to torture him from the 'Dear Pidge' section on the "Voltron Game Page", so it seemed like a fun idea ;).

Hey, watch the mouth, pretty boy! Consider this community service! Gah! ANYWAY, while our ever-considerate Prince is conveniently subdued in a small, enclosed place, he is available for any and all questions, musings, etc., etc. from all who are generally curious about anything-

Alright, alright! If you have any questions that you simply must have answers to, simply grovel and present them to the All-Knowing Advice God and Master of the Universe, yadda.... yadda....

Well, since he is a bit.... tied up at the moment, Lotor will have to borrow my email address at the moment, so send all of your questions to, you guessed it:

Have I ever wet myself in the middle of a battle? What kind of messed up question is that?! I'm a warrior- my very being was forged in the heat of battle. Of course I'm not going to sit there and piss myself like a two-year-old when the action starts getting rough. Silly human. I'm not saying that I don't have to use the bathroom like any normal person, either, but if you're in the middle of cutting down a foe and the urge comes, that's what you carry around an empty Coke bottle for. Nice and convenient, and you don't have to suffer the embarrasment of scrubbing your pants later on. However, if you're looking for ideas on what to wear in case an accident should happen to you in the next war you're in, my father suggests Pampers. They're disposable, and oh-so-squeezably soft. *squeezes eyes shut* I really wish he hadn't just told me that. *shudders* If anyone asks, I think I'll be in a scalding hot shower for the next ten years.

What are you, the little red guy on my shoulder? Well, I can't say that your offer isn't tempting, but in case you haven't heard, I've already sold half of my soul on eBay for my ship and nifty helmet *poses*. The other half I'm going to *try* and save for myself. After all, just because some soul-less schmuck helped bring me into existence doesn't mean I have to be one, too. Anyways, I do *not* need supernatural help to snag Allura. I've recently broken a lot of ground with her, and she's just coming to terms with the fact that she wants me. Bad. Really bad. She hasn't slapped me in a week! And if these biceps don't win her over, I don't know what will. Yep, she'll come to me.... *long, awkward silence* A-n-y minute now.... *even longer, more awkward silence* However, in the unlikely event that my godly looks and charming demeanor do not blind her, just for shits and giggles, if you also toss in a sex change for Keith, I think we could work something out.

Dear Prince Lotor:
I also wanted a pony when I was a child. I feel your pain. ....When I couldn't get one, I killed some random people and stuck their rotting, flesh-draped skulls up on my bedroom wall. Do you think this is unhealthy? My therapist does. If it's not, should I kill her too?
-Anna

My, aren't you the morbid one.... Although I myself prefer earth tones for my own room decor, I don't quite know how to answer your question. Sure, I've stamped out numerous rebellions and enslaved countless planets, but I've never wallpapered my bedroom with their bodily organs. I haven't ever said this before, but.... that's just a nasty thought. Even I have my killing limits, you know *I can't believe I just said that!*. I somewhat agree with your therapist, though; you do come off as a bit.... unbalanced. But then again, so do I. But that's beside the point. Yeah, so I wanted a pony when I was a kid. But when I didn't get it, did I throw a huge hissy fit? No. Whine, yes! But hissy fit, no. I suggest you do the same. No, not the whining bit.... just learn to deal with it. I'm still a little bitter, but I've gone on with my life and on to better things. As for killing your therapist, that's your affair. I don't really care what you do. Unless, of course, she somewhat resembles Allura; I'd be more than happy to take her off of your hands then and keep her.... occupied. But if she looks anything like Hagar.... *ugh* keep her.
~Lotor

Dear Lotor:
My boyfriend and I's six month anniversary has just rolled around, but we're stuck on just what to do for it. Do you have any ideas for a romantic dinner, or something?
-Pook

Despite my demonic demure, I am actually quite the romantic. My only fault is that I easily get impatient, so I often.... corner whoever I'm trying to.... uh, *cough cough* romantically coerce. After all, I am more of a man of action than anything else. Anyways, I suggest doing something tastefully extravagant in a suitable location, like Tyrus; just be sure to stay away from the brothel districts. Once there, just do anything that you two would deem romantic. I strongly recommend setting the mood by maybe playing some appropriate music, covering the bed with rose petals, or maybe giving a massage or two. I would suggest going to a dance club, but it never worked for me since I personally hate dancing, but hey, if it's your thing, then go for it. As for dinner, it never fails if you go Italian. Oh, and don't forget the Kama Sutra book.
~Lotor

Prince Lotor of Doom:
We think peace would be great. But we have noticed that you guys aren't so keen on the idea. So I've written to ask, is there anyway we could convince you to try it? (Other than giving you Allura, which we really just cannot do.) Thanks for your time.
-Pidge
[possibly known to you as the 'Small-green-Voltron-pilot']

Everywhere you look, someone's always whining for something or other; trust me, I should know. I wanted a pony when I was little. Did I ever get it? No. Instead, I was thrown into a bloodthirsty military training academy. To compensate for that loss, I now merely want to rule the galaxy, or the universe, whichever comes first. That's all that I want, honest. Is that so much to ask?! But n-o-o-o, I had to be *blessed* with such a *warm*, *loving*, and *supportive* idiot of a father who absolutely refuses to die!! Do you know how freakin' frustrating that is?! *sigh* Anyway, as for the whole war-and-peace thing, war, to me, is like playing Monopoly; it's a fun pastime, except you get to build an empire and get slaves and stuff, instead of just some stupid paper money. However, I would be willing to give some of that up, to a *ahem* certain extent, if you were to give up a certain blonde, blue-eyed person I know. You know, you scratch my back, and I scratch yours.... okay, you know what I mean. Basically, it all comes down to this- I don't get what I want, then you don't get what you want. So, there.
~Lotor

Question for Lotor:
How does this dress look on me? It feels a little tight.
-Allura

Uhhhh.... *closes mouth to contain rising level of drool* You might.... wanna bend over.... I think you dropped.... somethin' on the floor....
~Lotor

Dear Lotor:
Do you ever feel bad about any of the people you kill or the planets you blow up? I mean, I pull my sister's hair when she's bugging me, and then I feel bad afterwards. But then again, there's a little part of me that's still laughing in her face. It's weird, man.
-Anonymous

Hmmm, I never really thought about that. Yeah, I guess I do feel a *little* bad when I kill someone or destroy an entire civilization, but then I don't. Do you know what I'm talking about? I guess it's more of a "I'm-the-heir-to-an-empire-that-rules-almost-the-entire-galaxy-so-you-can-just-bite-my-ass" thing. Or maybe it's bloodlust. I can't decide. I think overall I just like to nurture my inner sociopath. You should, too; it's very therapeutic.
~Lotor

Dear Mr. Man....
Hey, I have a plan to kill Zarkon! Just shove 25 sleeping pills in his mouth while he sleeps, and then you can be king of the Planet Doom, and ruler of the universe!! BWA HA HA HA!!!!!
~~CNW

O-kay, someone's had a little too much caffeine to drink today.... Although I would normally thank you somewhat kindly for that suggestion you just gave me, don't you think I've already tried to pull a stunt like that on my father before? Trust me, it doesn't work. If you haven't noticed yet, my father's a little on the gigantic side, and it'd take way more than 25 pills to knock him out. I slipped him a ton of pills and tranquilizer darts once, and he didn't even stay out for very long. And he wasn't exactly like, "Oh, hello, son! My, your sword has somehow managed to migrate very closely to my neck. What the gosh darn heck could it be doing there for?! Oh, well. Today, I somehow managed to find the only speck of kindness and decency I possess deep down in the dank pits of my eternally black soul, so I've decided to let you be king from now on! I'm beginning to feel my age now, so I think I'm gonna retire," when he woke up. I'm not going to elaborate on what happened next, but he thankfully forgot about the whole thing afterwards. If there's three things that I'm grateful for, it would have to be his senility, forgetfulness, and stupidity; a bag of hammers has more smarts than he does.
~Lotor

Does the whole universe revolve around me? Of course it does. Is Merla a power-hungry skank? Well.... you decide. In case your amoebic, little brain hasn't picked up on my hidden tone of sarcasm yet, I'll go ahead and spell it out for you. No, I am not over Allura. The fact that I have a nearly-consuming obsession to marry this woman has only kind of been the biggest rumor circulating throughout the galaxy during the past year or so. What rock have you been under? I make weekly expeditions to Arus just to try and kidnap her, for crying out loud! Does that sound like "getting over her" to you?! Oh, you can try and touch her if you want, but only if you desire a third or fourth bodily opening any time soon. Yeesh, how you rose this high in rank is a mystery even to me; you're worse than Yurak.
~Lotor

Why, pray tell, would I mess around with your lab? I have better things to do with my spare time. Anyways, I think I saw something like "Merla was here" spray-painted on one of your walls towards the back. Or maybe you just forgot to change your damn cat's litter box again. Either way, it's your problem, not mine.
~Lotor

Evil-son-of-mine:
Hey! You borrowed my ship AGAIN, and now it's not flying right. Do you know how expensive a service for those things are? I think it's time you started building your own fleet, and where did you go anyway? It had weird little, squidgy aliens on the hull. What have you got to say for yourself, Lotor?
-King Zarkon

I'd say that everything around this place is going to be mine soon, anyway, so I just thought that I'd, you know, get an early start on things. If you simply must know, I took a joyride with a few other guys to Tyrus. The aliens on the hull are a bit more unexplainable, though. We were all a bit buzzed when we made our way back to Doom, so we probably nailed those suckers somewhere around then. As for the building of my own fleet, father dearest, I've already gotten that taken care of! How the hell else do you think I'm going to overthrow you? Military insurrection is just one of my specialties.
~Lotor

Question for Lotor:
I was wondering, how do I get hair as thick and manageable as yours?
-Pook

So you too also want tresses that are envied by the masses, huh? I suggest you try some brand like "Herbal Essence" or "Thermasilk," probably the latter, and use twice as much conditioner as shampoo, followed by a vigorous blowdrying to straighten your hair out. One other thing that you should also try are scalp massages. However, I'd have to say that my biggest secret to really great hair is megalomania- it does wonders for the scalp. Well, there you go; now you can have hair that's almost, but not quite, as magnificent as my own. Ah, the pain of perfection....
~Lotor

Question for Lotor:
(By the way, nice closet you have here) If -or should I say when- you kill your father and rule in his place, what would be the first thing you would do?
-:) Kaimiro

*wiggles eyebrows suggestively* It's a lot nicer towards the back of the closet, if you, you know, wanna- *head is smacked by an unseen force*- Ack! I'll behave! I'll behave! Okay, the first thing that I would definitely do once that old fart kicked off is to throw his body as far as I could down the Pit of Skulls. Now, I just need to figure out how I should kill the bastard.... Anyway, I'd then proclaim myself ruler of Doom, the universe, etc.- you get the idea. Next on my list is to marry Allura, get her into one of those harem chick outfits, and then I'd (censored for the sake of the children) her until- yeah, and then I'd (bleep) her some more. Then I'd melt Voltron down into Doom's newest units of currency, and as for the little shits that pilot the thing, two words- ROBEAST FODDER. Nothing comes to mind directly after that, though.... I suppose that I'd merrily continue on my way, snuffing out innocent planets and such.
~Lotor

Question for Lotor, Prince of Doom:
*enters and grovels* Prince Lotor, I am a budding megalomaniac.... and there's this guy I like, who I know wants me bad, but is just shy. Do you have any tips for me? Thanks for your time.
-Anna

Hey, who says that an unnatural lust for power is a bad thing? Look where it got me! Anyway, regarding the what's-his-face that you're interested in, if you're 100% sure that he wants you, but is just too shy to admit it, you will have to act on his behalf; do whatever it takes to prod that confession out of him. I would highly suggest trying to corner- I mean catch- him when he's by himself; that way he will feel more relaxed and no one will be able to hear him screa- okay, what I meant to say is that he will be more open and receptive to you then. For possible meeting places, I suggest you try one of the following three- his bedroom, his bathroom, or any other spot that involves breaking and entering; it's more romantic that way. In the end, she- I mean he- will inevitabley come to his senses, but be prepared to work for what you want. He will probably play hard-to-get, so it helps if you have the stubborness of an ass, a witch to do your dirty work, and the good looks of a *certain* person that I know.
~Lotor


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		Okay, so I got bored.... really bored. Bored enough to stuff Lotor into a closet and force him to write an advice column for all of the little people out there who have any perplexing questions about anything at all. Now, before you ask me why I did this- Lotor: Yeah, I'd kinda like to know why, too! Hey, get back in there! shoves back in closet I didn't say that you could come out! Ahem Anyway, I did this because the poor guy is almost overflowing with angst from all sorts of stuff- a father that perpetually bitches, the repeated thwartings of his plans by a certain Voltron Force, the many, many refusals of Princess Allura- Lotor: She WANTS me!! Sigh Okay, so this guy has had to put up with a lot of guff, and this makes him able to relate to other love-starved people more easily. Plus, I was inspired to torture him from the 'Dear Pidge' section on the "Voltron Game Page", so it seemed like a fun idea ;). Lotor: Yeah, about as much fun as a- Hey, watch the mouth, pretty boy! Consider this community service! Gah! ANYWAY, while our ever-considerate Prince is conveniently subdued in a small, enclosed place, he is available for any and all questions, musings, etc., etc. from all who are generally curious about anything- Lotor: Hey, at least give me the respect that I deserve!! Alright, alright! If you have any questions that you simply must have answers to, simply grovel and present them to the All-Knowing Advice God and Master of the Universe, yadda.... yadda.... Lotor: Now, that's more damn like it! Well, since he is a bit.... tied up at the moment, Lotor will have to borrow my email address at the moment, so send all of your questions to, you guessed it: black_dragoness333@yahoo.com Don't worry. He doesn't bite.... much. Dear Lotor: Have you ever wet yourself while in the middle of a battle? --CNW Have I ever wet myself in the middle of a battle? What kind of messed up question is that?! I'm a warrior- my very being was forged in the heat of battle. Of course I'm not going to sit there and piss myself like a two-year-old when the action starts getting rough. Silly human. I'm not saying that I don't have to use the bathroom like any normal person, either, but if you're in the middle of cutting down a foe and the urge comes, that's what you carry around an empty Coke bottle for. Nice and convenient, and you don't have to suffer the embarrasment of scrubbing your pants later on. However, if you're looking for ideas on what to wear in case an accident should happen to you in the next war you're in, my father suggests Pampers. They're disposable, and oh-so-squeezably soft. squeezes eyes shut I really wish he hadn't just told me that. shudders If anyone asks, I think I'll be in a scalding hot shower for the next ten years. ~Lotor Dear Lotor: Will will give me your soul if I give you Allura? I have a nice big jar ready for it and everything! -Sailor Europa What are you, the little red guy on my shoulder? Well, I can't say that your offer isn't tempting, but in case you haven't heard, I've already sold half of my soul on eBay for my ship and nifty helmet poses. The other half I'm going to try and save for myself. After all, just because some soul-less schmuck helped bring me into existence doesn't mean I have to be one, too. Anyways, I do not need supernatural help to snag Allura. I've recently broken a lot of ground with her, and she's just coming to terms with the fact that she wants me. Bad. Really bad. She hasn't slapped me in a week! And if these biceps don't win her over, I don't know what will. Yep, she'll come to me.... long, awkward silence A-n-y minute now.... even longer, more awkward silence However, in the unlikely event that my godly looks and charming demeanor do not blind her, just for shits and giggles, if you also toss in a sex change for Keith, I think we could work something out. ~Lotor Dear Prince Lotor: I also wanted a pony when I was a child. I feel your pain. ....When I couldn't get one, I killed some random people and stuck their rotting, flesh-draped skulls up on my bedroom wall. Do you think this is unhealthy? My therapist does. If it's not, should I kill her too? -Anna My, aren't you the morbid one.... Although I myself prefer earth tones for my own room decor, I don't quite know how to answer your question. Sure, I've stamped out numerous rebellions and enslaved countless planets, but I've never wallpapered my bedroom with their bodily organs. I haven't ever said this before, but.... that's just a nasty thought. Even I have my killing limits, you know I can't believe I just said that!. I somewhat agree with your therapist, though; you do come off as a bit.... unbalanced. But then again, so do I. But that's beside the point. Yeah, so I wanted a pony when I was a kid. But when I didn't get it, did I throw a huge hissy fit? No. Whine, yes! But hissy fit, no. I suggest you do the same. No, not the whining bit.... just learn to deal with it. I'm still a little bitter, but I've gone on with my life and on to better things. As for killing your therapist, that's your affair. I don't really care what you do. Unless, of course, she somewhat resembles Allura; I'd be more than happy to take her off of your hands then and keep her.... occupied. But if she looks anything like Hagar.... ugh keep her. ~Lotor Dear Lotor: My boyfriend and I's six month anniversary has just rolled around, but we're stuck on just what to do for it. Do you have any ideas for a romantic dinner, or something? -Pook Despite my demonic demure, I am actually quite the romantic. My only fault is that I easily get impatient, so I often.... corner whoever I'm trying to.... uh, cough cough romantically coerce. After all, I am more of a man of action than anything else. Anyways, I suggest doing something tastefully extravagant in a suitable location, like Tyrus; just be sure to stay away from the brothel districts. Once there, just do anything that you two would deem romantic. I strongly recommend setting the mood by maybe playing some appropriate music, covering the bed with rose petals, or maybe giving a massage or two. I would suggest going to a dance club, but it never worked for me since I personally hate dancing, but hey, if it's your thing, then go for it. As for dinner, it never fails if you go Italian. Oh, and don't forget the Kama Sutra book. ~Lotor Prince Lotor of Doom: We think peace would be great. But we have noticed that you guys aren't so keen on the idea. So I've written to ask, is there anyway we could convince you to try it? (Other than giving you Allura, which we really just cannot do.) Thanks for your time. -Pidge [possibly known to you as the 'Small-green-Voltron-pilot'] Everywhere you look, someone's always whining for something or other; trust me, I should know. I wanted a pony when I was little. Did I ever get it? No. Instead, I was thrown into a bloodthirsty military training academy. To compensate for that loss, I now merely want to rule the galaxy, or the universe, whichever comes first. That's all that I want, honest. Is that so much to ask?! But n-o-o-o, I had to be blessed with such a warm, loving, and supportive idiot of a father who absolutely refuses to die!! Do you know how freakin' frustrating that is?! sigh Anyway, as for the whole war-and-peace thing, war, to me, is like playing Monopoly; it's a fun pastime, except you get to build an empire and get slaves and stuff, instead of just some stupid paper money. However, I would be willing to give some of that up, to a ahem certain extent, if you were to give up a certain blonde, blue-eyed person I know. You know, you scratch my back, and I scratch yours.... okay, you know what I mean. Basically, it all comes down to this- I don't get what I want, then you don't get what you want. So, there. ~Lotor Question for Lotor: How does this dress look on me? It feels a little tight. -Allura Uhhhh.... closes mouth to contain rising level of drool You might.... wanna bend over.... I think you dropped.... somethin' on the floor.... ~Lotor Dear Lotor: Do you ever feel bad about any of the people you kill or the planets you blow up? I mean, I pull my sister's hair when she's bugging me, and then I feel bad afterwards. But then again, there's a little part of me that's still laughing in her face. It's weird, man. -Anonymous Hmmm, I never really thought about that. Yeah, I guess I do feel a little bad when I kill someone or destroy an entire civilization, but then I don't. Do you know what I'm talking about? I guess it's more of a "I'm-the-heir-to-an-empire-that-rules-almost-the-entire-galaxy-so-you-can-just-bite-my-ass" thing. Or maybe it's bloodlust. I can't decide. I think overall I just like to nurture my inner sociopath. You should, too; it's very therapeutic. ~Lotor Dear Mr. Man.... Hey, I have a plan to kill Zarkon! Just shove 25 sleeping pills in his mouth while he sleeps, and then you can be king of the Planet Doom, and ruler of the universe!! BWA HA HA HA!!!!! ~~CNW O-kay, someone's had a little too much caffeine to drink today.... Although I would normally thank you somewhat kindly for that suggestion you just gave me, don't you think I've already tried to pull a stunt like that on my father before? Trust me, it doesn't work. If you haven't noticed yet, my father's a little on the gigantic side, and it'd take way more than 25 pills to knock him out. I slipped him a ton of pills and tranquilizer darts once, and he didn't even stay out for very long. And he wasn't exactly like, "Oh, hello, son! My, your sword has somehow managed to migrate very closely to my neck. What the gosh darn heck could it be doing there for?! Oh, well. Today, I somehow managed to find the only speck of kindness and decency I possess deep down in the dank pits of my eternally black soul, so I've decided to let you be king from now on! I'm beginning to feel my age now, so I think I'm gonna retire," when he woke up. I'm not going to elaborate on what happened next, but he thankfully forgot about the whole thing afterwards. If there's three things that I'm grateful for, it would have to be his senility, forgetfulness, and stupidity; a bag of hammers has more smarts than he does. ~Lotor Hey Lotor! Are you over Allura yet? Can I kill her? -Cossack Does the whole universe revolve around me? Of course it does. Is Merla a power-hungry skank? Well.... you decide. In case your amoebic, little brain hasn't picked up on my hidden tone of sarcasm yet, I'll go ahead and spell it out for you. No, I am not over Allura. The fact that I have a nearly-consuming obsession to marry this woman has only kind of been the biggest rumor circulating throughout the galaxy during the past year or so. What rock have you been under? I make weekly expeditions to Arus just to try and kidnap her, for crying out loud! Does that sound like "getting over her" to you?! Oh, you can try and touch her if you want, but only if you desire a third or fourth bodily opening any time soon. Yeesh, how you rose this high in rank is a mystery even to me; you're worse than Yurak. ~Lotor Lotor: Have you been messing around in my evil lair? Somebody has. -Haggar Why, pray tell, would I mess around with your lab? I have better things to do with my spare time. Anyways, I think I saw something like "Merla was here" spray-painted on one of your walls towards the back. Or maybe you just forgot to change your damn cat's litter box again. Either way, it's your problem, not mine. ~Lotor Evil-son-of-mine: Hey! You borrowed my ship AGAIN, and now it's not flying right. Do you know how expensive a service for those things are? I think it's time you started building your own fleet, and where did you go anyway? It had weird little, squidgy aliens on the hull. What have you got to say for yourself, Lotor? -King Zarkon I'd say that everything around this place is going to be mine soon, anyway, so I just thought that I'd, you know, get an early start on things. If you simply must know, I took a joyride with a few other guys to Tyrus. The aliens on the hull are a bit more unexplainable, though. We were all a bit buzzed when we made our way back to Doom, so we probably nailed those suckers somewhere around then. As for the building of my own fleet, father dearest, I've already gotten that taken care of! How the hell else do you think I'm going to overthrow you? Military insurrection is just one of my specialties. ~Lotor Question for Lotor: I was wondering, how do I get hair as thick and manageable as yours? -Pook So you too also want tresses that are envied by the masses, huh? I suggest you try some brand like "Herbal Essence" or "Thermasilk," probably the latter, and use twice as much conditioner as shampoo, followed by a vigorous blowdrying to straighten your hair out. One other thing that you should also try are scalp massages. However, I'd have to say that my biggest secret to really great hair is megalomania- it does wonders for the scalp. Well, there you go; now you can have hair that's almost, but not quite, as magnificent as my own. Ah, the pain of perfection.... ~Lotor Question for Lotor: (By the way, nice closet you have here) If -or should I say when- you kill your father and rule in his place, what would be the first thing you would do? -:) Kaimiro wiggles eyebrows suggestively It's a lot nicer towards the back of the closet, if you, you know, wanna- head is smacked by an unseen force- Ack! I'll behave! I'll behave! Okay, the first thing that I would definitely do once that old fart kicked off is to throw his body as far as I could down the Pit of Skulls. Now, I just need to figure out how I should kill the bastard.... Anyway, I'd then proclaim myself ruler of Doom, the universe, etc.- you get the idea. Next on my list is to marry Allura, get her into one of those harem chick outfits, and then I'd (censored for the sake of the children) her until- yeah, and then I'd (bleep) her some more. Then I'd melt Voltron down into Doom's newest units of currency, and as for the little shits that pilot the thing, two words- ROBEAST FODDER. Nothing comes to mind directly after that, though.... I suppose that I'd merrily continue on my way, snuffing out innocent planets and such. ~Lotor Question for Lotor, Prince of Doom: enters and grovels Prince Lotor, I am a budding megalomaniac.... and there's this guy I like, who I know wants me bad, but is just shy. Do you have any tips for me? Thanks for your time. -Anna Hey, who says that an unnatural lust for power is a bad thing? Look where it got me! Anyway, regarding the what's-his-face that you're interested in, if you're 100% sure that he wants you, but is just too shy to admit it, you will have to act on his behalf; do whatever it takes to prod that confession out of him. I would highly suggest trying to corner- I mean catch- him when he's by himself; that way he will feel more relaxed and no one will be able to hear him screa- okay, what I meant to say is that he will be more open and receptive to you then. For possible meeting places, I suggest you try one of the following three- his bedroom, his bathroom, or any other spot that involves breaking and entering; it's more romantic that way. In the end, she- I mean he- will inevitabley come to his senses, but be prepared to work for what you want. He will probably play hard-to-get, so it helps if you have the stubborness of an ass, a witch to do your dirty work, and the good looks of a certain person that I know. ~Lotor