evil invasion

You sit there, rubbing your hands together as the money rolls in, shrieking with girly, high-pitched laughter. You claim your evil doings are for practicing "life skills" like "goal setting" and "teamwork," but I know you're only looking out for two things: you and your little green skirt. So leave, before you do any more damage to the poor, the innocent. Stop darkening our doorsteps. Our society can't protect itself against your cruel assualts any longer.

Go. Leave. Be gone!

And take your damn boxes of Shortbread, thin mints and samoa cookies with you.