I've corrected for that.  They're now EXPLOSIVE porcelain toads.  So there.

Well, I have to say, at first I thought this locale would be great — remote, could scare the locals, etc. etc.  But a single Brit jerk off figures it out inside a week.  You could only imagine the other guys saying "Yeah, told you to locate in a hollowed out volcano."  So, yeah.  On the market for new locale.  Told by…

I would never stoop to actually subordinating one of my comments to yours, Mr. Possibilities.

Whether or not I like this gimmick at all, I have to say, suck my balls, Mr. Corgan.  The movie is all about my first concept for achieving world domination, before I realized that bringing a completely new PLANET into the Earth's rotational plane was ridiculous, RIDICULOUS! Much easier to focus on taking over late…

He would be put out of the world for being an incompetent.  Of course, I don't have to worry about scraping my fingers because I have metal hands.  But that is irrelevant, Mr. Spaz.

I have been completely unsuccessful in my attempts to make guano production and missile toppling central parts of Mr. Santorum's platform.

It is a guano processing plant AND a Taco Bell, I will have you know.  Do not test my patience Mr. BK.

We call it "hiring" to escape the troublesome oversight of the Jamaica authorities, as any idiot would know, Mr. Possibilities.  Mr. Aether is completely right — it all depends on where you put the quotes.

Until you've hired slaves to work at your guano factory, you just don't know how it works.

A creative approach to a troublesome man, Mr. E.  My organization could use someone with such a, shall we say, enigmatic name.  Hahaha.

I actually own a shit factory.  Calling Adam Sandler's production company a shit factory is an insult to all of us legitimate shit factory owners.

I tried it as a name for my scheme to electronically hijack ballistic missiles.  But my henchmen kept giggling whenever I said it.  So I liquidated them and just went with Operation Hijack Ballistic Missiles.

Horrible lay.

I appreciate your encouragement, Mr. Dragon.  I am endeavoring to type as quickly as I can with metal hands.

How could one possibly purchase and enjoy one's private island in a world of crushing government regulation?

If the movie does not show that Leonardo DaVinci had an undersea picture window, a jeep disguised as a dragon, and missile toppling technology, then it will prove, definitively, that Leonardo's genius pales in comparison to my own.

Exactly the reason the decadent Western governments should pay for my missile toppling technology.

Unsurprisingly, you fail to understand the full brilliance of the plan.  44 was not a random number, Mr. Pantaloons, if you would care to consult a periodic table.