Harry skidded to a halt in front of a river that ran across the path. "What is it this time, Gnarl?"
"That river in front of you is much too deep for your Minions! Browns, Reds and Greens cannot swim. They are, however, remarkably good at drowning."
"You must be joking, Gnarl. You're telling me that these Minions can't pass through water that doesn't even come up to my waist?"
Gnarl harrumphed through the connection. "We Minions are not exactly the most advanced beings, Master. And these newborns even less so. Their brains primarily think of only three things: violence, treasure, and your Overlordship. Even you had to learn to swim, did you not?"
"Whatever, Gnarl. What about the Minions, though. I can't just leave them here."
"Oh, no need to worry about lost minions, they will automatically return to their Spawning Pit, no matter how far away it is. The exercise could do the louts some good." Harry rolled his eyes as Gnarl yelled at the Minions to make the