(The Baroness is out of uniform, lounging in a black terrycloth robe and drinking ouzo straight from the bottle while watching today’s news.)
Baroness: My God. If only we had known it would be so easy. If only we had known.
(She gets out her phone, dials.)
Baroness: Am I a failure? I worked so hard for so many years to undermine democracy. All the ridiculous Rube Goldberg schemes and disguises, the Machiavellian plotting, and then this. . .this thing comes along, and. . . I worked so hard, Destro darling, so hard, and now. . .was it all for nothing? WAS IT?
Destro: Baroness. Are you drunk?
Baroness: I may be a little drunk, yes.
Destro: I think you should have a glass of water and go to sleep. Things will look better in the morning.
Baroness: Will they, Destro? WILL THEY?!
Baroness: Destro. Tell me I’m a terrible person.
Destro: You are a terrible person, Baroness.
Baroness: I’ve done terrible things.
Destro: You have, and you should be very proud of all the terrible things you’ve done.
Baroness: And I’m evil? The evilest person in the world?