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[agentjamesbond007]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but If he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are not fun, particularly when on the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with his rather big model sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office.

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow in
to little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, Sir."

Sir Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad.

[danielcraigisjamesbond007]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but If he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are not fun, particularly when on the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with his rather big model sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office.

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow in
to little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, Sir."

Sir Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad.

but the line was dead.

[Blonde Bond]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but If he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are not fun, particularly when on the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with his rather big model sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office.

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow in
to little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, Sir."

Sir Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad.But the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead.

[Mr. Blofeld]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are not fun, particularly when on the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

[danielcraigisjamesbond007]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are not fun, particularly when on the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

[agentjamesbond007]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are not fun, particularly when on the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"
"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

[Mr. Blofeld]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

[danielcraigisjamesbond007]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"
"I didn't set any bomb!"

[agentjamesbond007]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"
"I didn't set any bomb!"

"It's Trevelyan, he betrayed us!"

[Mr. Blofeld]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

[danielcraigisjamesbond007]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"
"Sir, that bomb is going

[Blonde Bond]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"
"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than

[Mr. Blofeld]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

[agentjamesbond007]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

[danielcraigisjamesbond007]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"
"Does it really matter? Now"

[Mr. Blofeld]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel pin and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

"Does it really matter? Now, run, dammit, run, or we're all frucking dead!"

[Blonde Bond]

(Isn't there more than 5 words in the latest addition. Or am I seeing things)










It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel pin and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

"Does it really matter? Now, run, dammit, run, or we're all frucking dead!"


They both headed for the

[danielcraigisjamesbond007]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel pin and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

"Does it really matter? Now, run, dammit, run, or we're all frucking dead!"


They both headed for the
door, but the bomb went

[Blonde Bond]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel pin and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

"Does it really matter? Now, run, dammit, run, or we're all frucking dead!"


They both headed for the door, but the bomb went off just as they were

[agentjamesbond007]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel pin and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

"Does it really matter? Now, run, dammit, run, or we're all frucking dead!"


They both headed for the door, but the bomb went off just as they were about to jump and then

[danielcraigisjamesbond007]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel pin and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

"Does it really matter? Now, run, dammit, run, or we're all frucking dead!"


They both headed for the door, but the bomb went off just as they were about to jump and then
the building shook and trembled.

[Mr. Blofeld]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel pin and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

"Does it really matter? Now, run, dammit, run, or we're all frucking dead!"

They both headed for the door, but the bomb went off just as they were about to jump, and then, all hell broke loose!

"Monkeys!"

[Blonde Bond]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel pin and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

"Does it really matter? Now, run, dammit, run, or we're all frucking dead!"

They both headed for the door, but the bomb went off just as they were about to jump, and then, all hell broke loose!

"Monkeys! Those damn dirty monkeys. They

[Daddy Bond]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel pin and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

"Does it really matter? Now, run, dammit, run, or we're all frucking dead!"

They both headed for the door, but the bomb went off just as they were about to jump, and then, all hell broke loose!

"Monkeys! Those damn dirty monkeys. They set off the bomb before

[danielcraigisjamesbond007]

Everyone forgot about my post...

[Mr. Blofeld]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel pin and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

"Does it really matter? Now, run, dammit, run, or we're all frucking dead!"

They both headed for the door, but the bomb went off just as they were about to jump, and then, all hell broke loose!

"Monkeys!

[Daddy Bond]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel pin and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

"Does it really matter? Now, run, dammit, run, or we're all frucking dead!"

They both headed for the door, but the bomb went off just as they were about to jump, and then, all hell broke loose!

[i]"Monkeys! Those damn dirty monkeys; they've set off a bomb before, and they've done it again! Trained monkey bombers are the"

[Blonde Bond]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel pin and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

"Does it really matter? Now, run, dammit, run, or we're all frucking dead!"

They both headed for the door, but the bomb went off just as they were about to jump, and then, all hell broke loose!

[i]"Monkeys! Those damn dirty monkeys; they've set off a bomb before, and they've done it again! Trained monkey bombers are the most vilest bunch of lunatics

[Daddy Bond]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel pin and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

"Does it really matter? Now, run, dammit, run, or we're all frucking dead!"

They both headed for the door, but the bomb went off just as they were about to jump, and then, all hell broke loose!

[i]"Monkeys! Those damn dirty monkeys; they've set off a bomb before, and they've done it again! Trained monkey bombers are the most vilest bunch of lunatics."

"That is bad grammar, Bond!"

[Mr. Blofeld]

It was a cloudy day, and Bond stared gloomily at the withering body on the tropic sands below. It seemed that the torture had been intense, as it was covered in thumb screws and hot coals.

Bond knew something was wrong when he saw the missile creep towards the horizon. "Gads, you're a bleeping idiot, sir!" Bond said, after realizing that he'd left his PPK behind; instead, he had grabbed his P99. Bond returned inside and shot at people, heading for what appeared to be a blue Jaguar... Mr. White was getting away with the money.

He ran to his Aston and flicked the Invisibility switch that instead launched the ejector and flew so high that he intercepted the missile, just in time to save the apple from falling off the top of Miss Moneypenny's sunhat. White's Jaguar was speeding, however, so he decided to grab his bazooka, but it was broken. "Rats!" yelled Bond. He took a man's keys and hit him right in the nose, then he climbed into an Alfa and sped off.

In London, Miss Moneypenny was on her merry way to Q-Branch when a man came and said, "What would you say if I asked you out?" Blushing at such, she looked him right in the eyes and said, "Sorry, but I'm waiting for a certain Double-0 agent to arrive and help delete my expletives." At this, he took a large Q lapel pin and bloodied her eye with it.

"That was my eye you, wanker! I shall send 007 to Canada with Corrine," but if he was to fail, he would get the beating and beatings are no fun, especially when around the balls, which swell horribly when perforated. Moneypenny then licked them better, relishing the sweet salty tang. She then started rubbing them and the man screamed, "My taters!"

Elsewhere, Sir Miles Messervy was playing with the rather big model-sized ship on his desk. Suddenly, a bullet crashed through the window of his office!

"What the hell was that?" he screamed at his pet rooster, who got scared and jumped on top of the bookcase.

James Bond ran into the office with his PPK out. Unfortunately, it was jammed, so remembering his training he transfered all his strengths to his footwork and not being seen...

Sir Miles looked about. "Bond!"

"Don't call me Bond, sir; call security to evacuate the building; it's going to blow into little, tiny pieces of concrete, steel, and window, sir!"

Sir Miles Messervy quickly grabbed the phone to call bomb squad, but the line was dead.

"Damn! The line's dead."

"Then use the telegraph, sir!"

"We don't have time, 007!"

"We have six minutes left!"

"Why, did you set the bomb?"

"I didn't set any bomb! It's Trevelyan, sir; he's betrayed us!"

"Who the fruck is Trevelyan?"

"Sir, that bomb is going to explode in less than five minutes! Get out, now!"

"Wait, it's three minutes, remember?"

"Does it really matter? Now, run, dammit, run, or we're all frucking dead!"

They both headed for the door, but the bomb went off just as they were about to jump, and then, all hell broke loose!

"Monkeys! Those damn dirty monkeys; they've set off a bomb before, and they've done it again! Trained monkey bombers are the most vilest bunch of lunatics--"

"That's bad grammar, 007! I'm docking your pay for that!"