Halle grabs an orphan on the street and drags him into the middle of a big crowd. She makes the orphan get on his hands and knees while she stands on his back to make an announcement.

Hello People! My name is Halle. The day suddenly turns into night, you hear thunder, babies cry, and a loud organ. And I have an announcement!

I have just opened up my own evil warehouse. I want all of you spineless humans to come! It's in Philly and it's great. Are you sick of being a pushover? Do you want to grow a pair? Do you want to have the power over tiny, smelly orphans, and stand on their backs whenever you please? The tiny orphan screams out "Please Madam, hurry up". Halle yells, SHUT THE FUCK UP! And begins to tap dance on his back and finishes her speech. 

Like I said, this is located in Philly, and you do not want to miss the chance of a lifetime to be evil. Being good is so last century. So come! Halle gets off the orphan and kicks him over. As Halle begins to walk away the sun comes out again.

Aldo helps the poor kid up.

Well, maybe if you got some dementia medicine, you can be able to find a footstool.

He glances at the well worn soap box.

Well, whatever. How was being good part of the eighteen hundreds? Wasn't half of that the wild west and robbery?

He lights up a cigar and waits to see what might unfold here.

I grabbed the little kid instead of a footstool because I'm EVIL! Lets out a long evil laugh

Being good was apart of the eighteen hundreds because I said it was. You see, when you're evil, you don't have to check the facts, you can make up whatever you want! That's one of the perks of being evil. You seem like you need help in that department.

Hands you her business card.

Pockets the card, just out of sheer politeness.

No, that's sadism, and psychoticism. Pure evil is passed all cliches. Past disrespect, and past ignorance. True evil is a gift bestowed unto the almighty...

Aldo throws his cigar on the ground and steps on it.

And nowhere in your contract does it say anything about you getting ownership of a soul. It just promotes you as a trainer and a narcissist.

Observing the sudden change in weather and daylight, Mikey seems less surprised than others present.  He seems to hear something nearby.

I knew there'd be a perfectly reasonable explanation.

He leads several hookers and cripples towards an alley.

The explanation is here.

Reaching the alley, and without looking back, Mikey points into the alley.  Emerging from behind a dumpster are a naked Asian man and what appears to be MikeHunt from New York.  Shocked and embarrassed, they start running away in the opposite direction.

Fuck.

Mikey steals one of the hookers cigarettes.

I heard some commotion back here, I figured this broad had some lackeys back here with a weather machine, or something.  Do those even exist? 

His audience doesn't respond and it appears they don't understand, perhaps not even listening at all.

All right go on, get outta here, you're bothering me.  Fuckin' degenerates. 

As he leaves the area, Mikey sees a stray dog, a mother, taking care of her own newborn pups.  Mikey, a canine lover, feels warm inside and thinks of his mother and his childhood in Chicago. 

At this point Mikey is relieved that people can't read his thoughts.

Not necessarily. Evil can be taught just how hate can be taught. No one is born to hate a certain group of people, they are taught how to hate. At my Warehouse, I will teach my customers to be evil.

Lets out an even louder evil laugh.

Any more questions, comments, or concerns?

The "broad" trips Mikey as he walks by.

Anyone can be taught anything. But someone must have the will to do something from their inner self, like devil children and the such. But they just need to find that 'evil' potential.

Aldo sends the kid off home or wherever, and leans up on the brick wall of the building.

Deadly puts out his cigarette before turning to Halle.

A fantastic display of evil, an almost perfect showcase of the talents which you teach in your workshop! I look forward to seeing your new business flourish, and I shall be sure to pay it a visit soon... from the display I have just witness my "evilness" is somewhat lacking.

Deadly shakes Halle's hand, lights up another cigarette and carries on his way.

Halle grabs the kid by his neck and throws him on the ground.

YOU DO NOT LEAVE UNTIL I GIVE YOU PERMISSION!

Now, Mr. Aldo, at my warehouse I provide all the tools that anyone will need to become evil. You don't even know what the process is like, so you can't make a honest judgement on something you know nothing about.

Aldo grins as he see's this evil unfold. Sadism, psychotism, general rudeness. All evil, just not the teir that he lurks in.

Ma'am, I wish you good luck with your business, but I must go now,

Aldo pulls out another cigar, lights it, and walks into a back alley, clutching his .38 incase of the common street vermin.

Aldo yells back from the alley he is wandering down.

And do you by chance have any knife sets?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Halle pulls a knife set out of her ass and throws it at Aldo. Unfortunately one of the knives hits the orphan and killed him. The other knife stabs Aldo in his right leg and chopped it off.

Oops!

Surprisingly, a hallucinogenic drug at the time made her throw a sharpened enema at Aldo, which resulted in the orphans death. He quickly left the area before people could identify him and theweird lady together.

After catching his breath, MikeHunt emerges from the alley. He seemed to have been running towards the conversation.

Well, well, well. Seems you met my friend...

MikeHunt thinks for a second.

That was my friend, Mister Chow. I was just helping him get over the fear of Godzilla. Theres no good reason for him being naked, other than I wanted reassurance that I was bigger than he was...

Rumors are true.

MikeHunt scrams off.

I don't think you're bigger than he is.

Halle has a blank expression on her face.

Obviously you didn't get a good look at him. 

He did make a run for it after Mikey saw us...