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Frills and Thrills, Baby!
Austin Powers was an international spy. He was one of Britain’s finest. Doctor Evil was his bald arch-nemesis so it was a little bit weird when they called a truce and went clothes shopping together.
Weird for enemies. Maybe slightly campy? But who cared, baby?! It was all for fun! Grr!
Doctor Evil dramatically pulled aside the Changing Room curtain and posed. “How do I look?” He was wearing a fancy crushed-velvet suit with a white cravat. It was wine red. It was similar to what Austin himself would wear.
“Groovy, man! But let’s see something less like me, yeah? Find another style.”
“Ha! Alright. One mo, brosef!”
Austin laughed and waited to see what else his enemy would wear.
The curtain moved aside. Doctor Evil flexed. He was wearing a grey tracksuit. “Helloooo.”
“Very casual, but a tad boring. Next!”
The next time the curtain opened, Doctor Evil was met with a wolf whistle.
“Shagadelic, my dear doc!”
Doctor Evil blushed. He was wearing a pink mini dress. “Oh, behave!”
“Yeah, baby!” Austin chuckled. “Pink suits you.”
“It does?”
“Okay. It’s a bit much but it’s nice.”
“Alright. This dream just got weird.”
“Huh?”
“Wake up, Austin.”
Austin shot upright in bed. His pillow was soaked in drool.He smacked his lips and frowned. “I think I need to speak to a therapist,” he said to no one.