It was quiet, now that the crowd had moved

It was quiet, now that the crowd had moved on. The sun wilted into the west. I sat slumped, missing her like

a clock without a face. "Sit up straight," she would say, "it's bad for your back!" but she's not here. Time passed but I lingered. She was gone or at least not in the vicinity. M

was the name of one of Bond's handlers. They all went by a letter. There was only ever 26 handlers of Britain's elite spies. M was okay, but the team O and K were the best.

Teams D U & H bungled the Bulgarian spy ring so badly that Bond was lucky to escape from grimy Bucherest with his foreskin intact. M met him at Harwich docks as he emerged from a

Cocoon that had protective colouring. 2-1/2 years later, Bond had a new car, actually a used Vibe with built- in flytraps. These he used to hide from his current enemy, Dr. Yes.

Bond knew that Dr. Yes could never say no. So he challenged Dr. Yes to a duel. The rules were simple. Whoever could kick the other harder in the dick would win. Little did bond

The Dr. peered down at his crotch & realized he had gone from "Yes" to "No". Bond received a prosthetic foot w. retractable claws, Air Max soles, & toes that doubled as ladyfingers

in case he got hungry for tiramisu. Bond's sidekick, Ms. Honey Badger was an excellent pastry chef and a great spy, among other things. "You look like the cat who got the cream, Mr

Bond!" exclaimed Dr. No. "No, No," said Bond, " I just have a little of Honey's cream on my face." Well, everyone laughed and forgot why they had been arguing in the first place.