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[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'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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture,

[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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

[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, 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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys Monkey is code for terrorist."

[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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

[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'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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny...

[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, 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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny...
"Ms. Moneypenny, is that you?"

[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'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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny...
"Ms. Moneypenny, is that you?"

"I'm her evil alter-ego, you silly...

[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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

[BlackFire]

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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I see your senses work!

[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'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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I see your senses work!

"But Moneypenny's sister's name's Funnypenny!"

[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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

[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'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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."


"Oh, grow up you two!" Said Major Boothroyd across the room.

[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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

[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'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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh what the hell. Look around you, my dear chaps. We're inside a huge hollow volcano and look there - Q pointed to the far end - the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become roasted meal for our host ...

[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, 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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh what the hell. Look around you, my dear chaps. We're inside a huge hollow volcano and look there - Q pointed to the far end - the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become roasted meal for our host ...
"What are you talking about?"

[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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"

[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'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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"



"And so enters the in-FAMOUS R. to rescue the day!"

"Yes, kids. It is I , the world famous John Cleese"

[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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"

Suddenly, the in-FAMOUS R came in to rescue the day.

"Yes, kids. It is I, the world famous John Cleese, and I--"

"Fetchez la vache!"

"What?"

[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'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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"

Suddenly, the in-FAMOUS R came in to rescue the day.

"Yes, kids. It is I, the world famous John Cleese, and I--"

"Fetchez la vache!"

"What?"

That means, "Get the cow?"

[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, 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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"

Suddenly, the in-FAMOUS R came in to rescue the day.

"Yes, kids. It is I, the world famous John Cleese, and I--"

"Fetchez la vache!"

"What?"

That means, "Get the cow?"
"You're all crazy," said M.

[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'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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"

Suddenly, the in-FAMOUS R came in to rescue the day.

"Yes, kids. It is I, the world famous John Cleese, and I--"

"Fetchez la vache!"

"What?"

That means, "Get the cow?"
"You're all crazy," said M.

"Potty potty, veer mah potty?"

[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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"

Suddenly, the in-FAMOUS R came in to rescue the day.

"Yes, kids. It is I, the world famous John Cleese, and I--"

"Fetchez la vache!"

"What?"

"That means, get the cow!"

"You're all crazy," said Sir Miles, as a giant cow squashed him.

"Aaaaah!" screamed John Cleese. "Potty potty, veer mah potty?!"

[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, 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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"

Suddenly, the in-FAMOUS R came in to rescue the day.

"Yes, kids. It is I, the world famous John Cleese, and I--"

"Fetchez la vache!"

"What?"

"That means, get the cow!"

"You're all crazy," said Sir Miles, as a giant cow squashed him.

"Aaaaah!" screamed John Cleese. "Potty potty, veer mah potty?!"

"Oh, look, it's Inspector Clouseau!"

[danielcraigisjamesbond007]

"This must be a dream."

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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"

Suddenly, the in-FAMOUS R came in to rescue the day.

"Yes, kids. It is I, the world famous John Cleese, and I--"

"Fetchez la vache!"

"What?"

"That means, get the cow!"

"You're all crazy," said Sir Miles, as a giant cow squashed him.

"Aaaaah!" screamed John Cleese. "Potty potty, veer mah potty?!"

"Oh, look, it's Inspector Clouseau!"
"This must be a dream."

Edited by danielcraigisjamesbond007, 03 March 2009 - 03:42 AM.

[darthbond]

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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"

Suddenly, the in-FAMOUS R came in to rescue the day.

"Yes, kids. It is I, the world famous John Cleese, and I--"

"Fetchez la vache!"

"What?"

"That means, get the cow!"

"You're all crazy," said Sir Miles, as a giant cow squashed him.

"Aaaaah!" screamed John Cleese. "Potty potty, veer mah potty?!"

"Oh, look, it's Inspector Clouseau!"
"This must be a dream."
"I want a vodka martini."

darthbond

[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, 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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"

Suddenly, the in-FAMOUS R came in to rescue the day.

"Yes, kids. It is I, the world famous John Cleese, and I--"

"Fetchez la vache!"

"What?"

"That means, get the cow!"

"You're all crazy," said Sir Miles, as a giant cow squashed him.

"Aaaaah!" screamed John Cleese. "Potty potty, veer mah potty?!"

"Oh, look, it's Inspector Clouseau!"
"This must be a dream."
"I want a vodka martini."

darthbond

First, put on some clothes.

[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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"

Suddenly, the in-FAMOUS R came in to rescue the day.

"Yes, kids. It is I, the world famous John Cleese, and I--"

"Fetchez la vache!"

"What?"

"That means, get the cow!"

"You're all crazy," said Sir Miles, as a giant cow squashed him.

"Aaaaah!" screamed John Cleese. "Potty potty, veer mah potty?!"

OH, LOOK, IT'S INSPECTOR CLOUSEAU.

"This must be a dream," Bond muttered. "I want a vodka martini."

"First, put on some clothes!" cried Q.

Bond looked down. He was now entirely naked.

"What the devil?" he grumbled.

[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, 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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"

Suddenly, the in-FAMOUS R came in to rescue the day.

"Yes, kids. It is I, the world famous John Cleese, and I--"

"Fetchez la vache!"

"What?"

"That means, get the cow!"

"You're all crazy," said Sir Miles, as a giant cow squashed him.

"Aaaaah!" screamed John Cleese. "Potty potty, veer mah potty?!"

OH, LOOK, IT'S INSPECTOR CLOUSEAU.

"This must be a dream," Bond muttered. "I want a vodka martini."

"First, put on some clothes!" cried Q.

Bond looked down. He was now entirely naked.

"What the devil?" he grumbled.
James Bond woke from sleep.

[MajorB]

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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"

Suddenly, the in-FAMOUS R came in to rescue the day.

"Yes, kids. It is I, the world famous John Cleese, and I--"

"Fetchez la vache!"

"What?"

"That means, get the cow!"

"You're all crazy," said Sir Miles, as a giant cow squashed him.

"Aaaaah!" screamed John Cleese. "Potty potty, veer mah potty?!"

OH, LOOK, IT'S INSPECTOR CLOUSEAU.

"This must be a dream," Bond muttered. "I want a vodka martini."

"First, put on some clothes!" cried Q.

Bond looked down. He was now entirely naked.

"What the devil?" he grumbled.

James Bond woke from sleep.

"What a silly dream, May,"

[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, 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!"

"While I appreciate the gesture, let's just focus instead on the monkeys!"

MONKEY IS CODE FOR TERRORIST.

"What? Who said that?"

"Oh, it's just little ol' me , Miss Honeypenny..."

"Moneypenny, is that you?"

I'M HER EVIL ALTER-EGO, YOU SILLY TWÄT.

"So, you set off the bomb!"

I SEE YOUR SENSES WORK.

"Wait, but Moneypenny's sister's name is Funnypenny!"

"Shut up, Bond! She's not."

"Oh, grow up, you two!" said Major Boothroyd across the room.

"What room? I thought we were out of the building!"

"Well, that's my point. If I may, I will now show you how Admiral, er, M's house was reconstructed inside... Oh, what the hell! Look around you, chaps; we're inside a huge hollow volcano, and look there," Q pointed to the far end, "the hot magma is gaining on us. We'd better hurry and run if you don't want to become a roasted meal for our host..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you realized, Bond? I'm sick of your shenanigans! That's why I, Major Q. Boothroyd, formed Quantum! Payback, beeyotches!"

Suddenly, the in-FAMOUS R came in to rescue the day.

"Yes, kids. It is I, the world famous John Cleese, and I--"

"Fetchez la vache!"

"What?"

"That means, get the cow!"

"You're all crazy," said Sir Miles, as a giant cow squashed him.

"Aaaaah!" screamed John Cleese. "Potty potty, veer mah potty?!"

OH, LOOK, IT'S INSPECTOR CLOUSEAU.

"This must be a dream," Bond muttered. "I want a vodka martini."

"First, put on some clothes!" cried Q.

Bond looked down. He was now entirely naked.

"What the devil?" he grumbled.

James Bond woke from sleep.

"What a silly dream, May,"

"Please, come back to sleep."