Some villains have Kryptonite. Others have laser beams pointed at a secret agent's junk. This particular evil genius traffics in something far more sinister. Far more diabolical. Far more... trendy.
I buy my dog a chew toy. Nothing. I buy my cat a laser pointer. Apathy. I buy my dang fish a dang castle for her to explore. Completely stationary. But the moment you show one of these creatures a fidget spinner? All bets are off.