The Name's Bond. James Omar Bond.

Foaly Twitched His Tail Contentedly. Genius. No Point In Being Humble About It.

Certainly, Doctor. Let's Talk About Your Chair. Victorian?

I Am Unarmed. But Butler Here, My ...ah...butler, Has A Sig Saucer In His Shoulder Holster, Two Shrike-throwing Knives In His Boots, Aderringer Two-shot Up His Sleeve, Garrotte Wire In His Watch, And Three Stun Greanades Concealed In Variouse Pockets. Anything Else, Butler?

Shut Up, Julius! I Mean, Quiet A Moment, Commander.

Excuse Me, Captain. Are You Two Going To Weep Salty Tears Of Admiration Over A Helmet All Night, Or Do We Have Matters To Discuss?