Fan the Flames!

I’m getting more infamous by the moment. Just this morning, I was out for a drive scouting locations for my next plot, when I was forced to pull over by a fan in a police uniform. Of course, I was a little suspicious at first, but he was determined. He made me show him my driver’s license to prove that I was the Count Olaf, and then he asked me to sign my autograph on a little green ticket. I nearly blushed, but instead I said, “You have excellent taste, sir.” Let no one say that I, the extremely handsome Count Olaf, don’t give a dandelion about my fans!