The Origins of the Minion the truth about a fascinating and emergent subculture.
I am part of a collective1, a group consciousness that calls itself minions. My name is Charlotte Harvey and I rally all of three members of this strange subculture. Last night I came close to arrest for hanging propaganda in the name of our Overlord Misha.
Matt and I should have known better than to take the ponies up to the top of the bridge but it was just too temping. Maybe people thought we were trying to jump, who knows, but the police soon arrived. The guy (think Chief Wiggum but less yellow and British) looked at Matt, who had his uniformed tied round his head2, then at me grinning dementedly and I was sure we were getting a lift home; but being trained in the minion art of confusion we prevailed. Where would the ponies travel? Putting them in the boot would only lead to further equine fatalities and going to prison would mean our wheat crops failing. After a lengthy battle