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[Xenobia]

You're all going to Hell, but not for this.

Athena: Enjoy lunch. I'm sorry you are stuck at your desk, but maybe if someone would learn how to type, you wouldn't be stuck doing his reports.

Bryce: Don't worry, being published in two consecutive months in a foreign magazine, that originally found my article and asked me for permission to publish it, not the other way around, (not that you would know, you evidently missed that announcement elsewhere), has put me in a rather good mood.

That being said, do you really think it is a good idea to give M and I a lot of time to play together?

-- Xenobia

[Matt O'S oo4]

May I suggest the latest issue of GUTS. I understand that 003 has become a featured writer.

Good stuff 003!! I always enjoy good pertinent material that isn't taken out of context. I understand they will be including other members of the section.

Do you know who?

004

[Genrewriter]

I'll be sure to tell Dr. Warmflash. She seemed to be in a rush after dinner. By the way, tell 004 that whatever he finds in his office, the barnyard animals were 007's idea.

By the way, congrats Xen!

[Bryce (003)]

Oh yeah...My "Fun To Kill" column....

I'm quoting you on the Russian Military and your...er...the "high" ranking you gave them. Also, they want pictures of you and the Lagonda for the "Firepower vs. MPG" segment.

Get me some pics.

[Athena007]

Originally posted by Bryce (003)
I didn't know if you'd be stuck at your desk Moneypenny, so 004 and I took the liberty of ordering you a basket lunch from Harrods...(edit)... and strawberries and (of course) cream... Just 004 & I taking care of "Britain's last line of defense".

Well well well, how nice of you gents. I'll very much enjoy the lunch - especially the strawberries and cream - too bad you won't be here to share it with me... I'll miss the company of the both of you. Always running off, aren't you boys? While I type away on YOUR reports... I think it's time I give you men a typing lesson... to quicken those fingers of yours.

[Matt O'S oo4]

NOT AGAIN!!

Oh, well. I guess it's time to give 001 a little extra SPECIAL SAUCE!

Tell them about our dear Mr. Constantine, will you 003?

004

[Bryce (003)]

Sure....

He's a d**k.

Anything else?

[Xenobia]

Originally posted by Athena007
While I type away on YOUR reports... I think it's time I give you men a typing lesson... to quicken those fingers of yours.

*ahem*

Only if that lesson quickens their typing...and nothing else.

Trust me Athena, I've read the reports, their hands are quite adept at other things.

-- Xenobia

[Matt O'S oo4]

Hmmmm....

I think you hit the nail right on the head!

But, maybe a little more specific.

You remember the time we were going to stealth in to distant installation and ol' blood and butz got bloodthirsty and began to open up giving away our position.

If it wasn't for you, I'd of put three 9MM rounds in his backside.

You know, fun stuff like that.

004

[Genrewriter]

Almost forgot, congrats to Bryce as well!

[Bryce (003)]

Originally posted by Bryce (003)
He's a d**k.

Anything else?

AND?????????

[Bryce (003)]

Thanks....

[Matt O'S oo4]

Yeah, your right.....


Nuff said.

004

[Xenobia]

Originally posted by Genrewriter
By the way, congrats Xen!

Ah, you see you aren't the only who almost forgets.

Thanks Genrewriter.

Would you like to see the article when it is in my hands?

-- Xenobia

[Genrewriter]

Love to.

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce sits at desk - tie loose, sleeves up and holster on looking innocent as Tanner addresses him leaning against door frame*

TANNER: Bottom line 003, I think you impressed (glances upwards) the old girl. The IRA were very pleased with your evaluation of the faction they've been having trouble with.

003: Thanks Bill. That "faction" wasn't fiction. Nasty customers. I was glad to show them the "error's of their ways".

TANNER: (with a chuckle) MI5's pissed. It was their back yard.

003: '5 can kiss my Blarney Stone....Anything else?

TANNER: *shaking head and starting turn. Stops* Oh yes...a Major of theirs...a Miss O'Keefe hasn't reported in....

003: Strange. Good soldier. She ran everything very..smoothly....It's in my report. Ask Moneypenny.

TANNER: See you at the pub then?

*Bryce gives knowing smile to Tanner who exits closing office door behind him*

*Major O'Keefe bursts out of Bryce's closet still wrapped in sheets from hide-a-bed couch hair EVERYWHERE looking like brunette Barbarella gasping for air*

O'KEEFE: Git me a smoke Luv, I best be callin' home...

*grabs phone on desk and dials out to Ireland - winks at Bryce as he reaches for cigarette case*

[Matt O'S oo4]

Knock, Knock.

004 enters Bryce's office.

Hey, Bryce. Up for a bit o candy?

Theres a couple of saucy lassies that are interested.....whooops.

Sorry, Mate.

004 starts to leave.

Nice sheets. (Winks at 003.) See you at the pub.

004

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce shrugs. Activates electro-magnet locks with taser doorknob*

O'KEEFE - He's qyooot! Friend of yours?

003: Most of the time....This was one of those times.

[Matt O'S oo4]

Good thing I know your systems.

And I'm grounded.

Wasn't it you that said,

"We'll take the *****s and the c****ks, but we don't want the Irish!!"

Maybe it was that really lame former agent...what was his name? Constantine?

Blah!

[Bryce (003)]

That was in fact, someone else.

Nothing wrong with the Irish...Problem is, she's drinks as much as she brings of the Guinness.

[Matt O'S oo4]

Doesn't sound like such a big problem to me.

As long as the sheets get cleaned once in a while.

Blah

004

[Bryce (003)]

Quite.

[Bond111]

*Bond111 stumbles upon thread wondering what all the hubub is all about*

*Backs away quickly*

[Xenobia]

Oh, stay Bond 111. 003 and 004 love entertaining the masses.

-- Xen

[Matt O'S oo4]

Perhaps, Oh mighty and mysterious Den mother Xen.

What is this thread?

It's a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, dipped in a fantasy. (Much like Athena007)

This thread has become a wide and varied blend of satire, paradoy, reality, fantasy, and attitude.

You know.

Entertainment.

Strange. Even twisted, maybe.

Come, Bond 111, join in with the boys of the chorus!!!

Let us sit upon the ground and tell the tale of the death of kings (and double-o's) and all that tripe. Cry HAVOC! And drink SCOTCH or be bored.

Blah.

Let your imagination roll.

Party on, dude.

004

[Bryce (003)]

What the drunk said....

Pass that bottle....

No,



Really.


WABBIT SEASON!

[Matt O'S oo4]

DUCK SEASON!!

Right back at ya!

Welcome back Sir Bryce.

And now, the game's afoot.

004

(give me a few more minutes to get drunk. Kinda hard using this silly-straw on this scotch bottle.)

[Bryce (003)]

"Your 100 year old Spanish Brandy in Waterford crystal Sir....and your silly-straw...."

AND MY RESIGNATION!!!!!!!!!

[Matt O'S oo4]

Pardon me, sir.

I believe this cannon-ball belongs to you.

Now, what was it we were discussing?

Ah, yes....We heard that crinkle in you pocket.

We normally like to bowl you over on this one.

As usual, your just blowing smoke.

Did you receive my cryptic e-mail to your earthlink?

Comments?

004

[Bryce (003)]

Yes I did....

Interseting to say the least....

Now, how about that "we had a car waiting" scenario...

You recall it don't you?

WABBIT SEASON!