Oh, he remembered that. He hated that. A gasp escaped him when the Nobody read his memories, a growl shortly following. The rodent clenched his fist as Larxene appeared in front of him, tightening his hold of his neck as well. He must have made her mad, what he wanted. But if this plan didn’t work accordingly it would likely be his funeral – literally. Timon grimaced at the thought.

“Please, I’m an escape artist. Like a magician, I never reveal my secrets. But you seem ta know me pretty well. Why don’t you tell me what I’m gunna do? I’m the only one you’ll ever get to. We both know the Superior, never mind the rest of them, will ever let you truly have your way. You don’t need to read your memories to be able to tell that. You’re just Eleven, you’re not important – not to mention the fact that you’re totally predictable. A leader needs to be wise, strong, and… Well, everything you’re not.”