Should've figured the ol' sarcasm would bite me in the ass. Ben thought, looking at the notepad and twirling around the pen. He wasn't the brightest when it came to planning, but it seemed he'd have to brainstorm. He continued to sit there silently until she brought up lunch, which really sounded wonderful, but if he didn't start thinking at this very moment he'd probably have nothing for her later. And that wouldn't be good for him at all. He curiously asked himself a question in his mind. How many other henchmen get taken out to lunch? He coughed to conceal his laughter. How many others are there in the first place, now that i think about it... Waaait a second. He narrowed his eyes, writing down a quick note.
Note to self: Think of a plan before the mistress dies of boredom, or comes up with something that will end up lighting you on fire.
"Mhm.." He mumbled to himself, shoving the notepad and pen into his pocket. Moments later the lights went off suddenly and then flashed back on. He sighed. "Damn lights. I fix you every week." He grumbled, wondering what was the cause of it. He figured it might've been rats, since some of the wires always seemed chewed. Although he never once found a dead animal. Maybe it was a sick joke of some kind, and somebody, somewhere, was laughing their ass off. He pulled the notepad and pen back out and began writing once more.
Note to self: Find source of electricity issues and surround it with explosive lightbulbs, and gasoline. Then laugh like a madman as they burn and have shards of the lightbulbs impale them.
He stared at the note he just wrote for several seconds, then put a hand up to his chin. "Right... I never did work on those explosive lightbulbs..." His head cocked to the left. "A grenade would be more effective... But what would i even use them for..." He sighed, finally deciding to speak in a louder tone so he could be heard clearly. "Well, Miss Mistroz, one thing is kind of important to know before i started forming a plan. What exactly are we planning for?" It was probably a stupid question, but Ben honestly had to ask it. He wasn't one to want to screw something up if he could avoid it, and normally these stupid questions helped avoid that. Like when he tried to make a plan on how to drain the entire city of it's water supply and all she wanted was for him to tie his shoe correctly. That was embarrassing.