Go ahead. Ask me anything. I promise I won't kill you afterward.
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Go ahead. Ask me anything. I promise I won't kill you afterward.
Do you carry cyanide with you?
Are you a cold war warrior or a new breed, information age spy?
Are you a master of disguise?
I think you are.
Do you have any spy accouterments hidden in your shoe, like a little pistol or a walkie-talkie?
No shoe phone, well clearly not that good of a spy then. Any false finger guns?
How do you like your martinis?
Well first, let's make one thing absolutely clear: there is no such thing as a vodka martini, and your martini should be neither shaken nor stirred. Martinis are made with chilled gin and just a swirl of vermouth (enough to coat the glass). The only question is what you garnish it with. I garnish my martini with a jalapeno.
(This is actually true, by the way.)
fach, I salute you for your fine martini taste.
Have they given you a number, and taken away your name?
Does having such a job increase the number of beautiful women that you get to seduce?
Would you rather go up against James Bond or Jason Bourne?
Where did the lint in my belly button come from?
Which is harder to break into: the volcano lair or the undersea city?
Do you have quotas on how many bad guys and gals you have to terminate from their positions each year?
How long until the pineapple? <wink, wink>
Do you ever flip out ninja style?