Ya, I know that there's no longer an "R", but I LOVE the old "Q", and he died, so now "R" is "Q" and is played by John Kleese, but I don't care: I'm using the old one. (SO THERE'S AN "R")
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"You look tired Q, something keeping you up?" James inquired of Q as they walked down the hall.
"Yes, actually, I was up all last night putting the finishing touches on your car, so that you don't go and die on us." James reigned him self to silence.
Poof! (ya I know that sounded gay) A cloud of smoke exploded as James followed Q into the laboratory.
"R! What's going on?" Q looked annoyed as he stared at his gadget-creator-in-training.
"I was just working on our new smoke screen, sir."
"You're sure that's not something else burning?"
"Positive, sir. There's supposed to be smoke this time."
"Thank god." Q added under his breath to James, "That man could set an ocean on fire." He continued, loud again,"If you follow me right this way, Mr. Bond, I'll show you what we've got in store for you this time."
James looked around at the people milling around, making various loud noises and injuring various dummies. Q led him to a beautiful red Corvette.
"She's a beauty Q!"
"She oughta be. Packed with your standard smoke screen, oil slick, bullet proof glass, remote control steering, a sun roof, and, of course, cup holders."
"Sound nice."
"That's not all. She's got a global positioning system, a built-in weather forecastor, sirens, an extra cache of cartridges under the driver's seat, and something called a projector seat."
"What's that?"
"I'll show you. R, come over here!" he called. "R, I'd like to do a demonstration for Mr. Bond. Could you get in the passenger seat?"
"Yessir."
R got in the car, and Q took a remote control out of his pocket and pressed a button. Simeutaneously, the sun roof opened and R's chair projected out of the car. As he fell back down, a parachute came out of the back of the seat, and he settled gently on the ground.
"That may come in handy," said James.
"Now right this way is your tanning lotion Mr. Bond."
"I take it that this isn't really tanning lotion," said James as Q handed him a bottle.
"No, not at all. It's cyntobicarbonite of alectisyll, a deadly acid."
"Sounds lovely."
"Just don't forget what it really is, Mr. Bond. Oh, and here is your beach umbrella. Equipped with blow darts." Q demonstrated at the wall. "Just don't forget which end is which."
"Thank you, Q. I'm sure this will all be a big help."
"Don't mention it, Mr. Bond. But I want all of my equipment back, so please, BE CAREFUL!"
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"You look tired Q, something keeping you up?" James inquired of Q as they walked down the hall.
"Yes, actually, I was up all last night putting the finishing touches on your car, so that you don't go and die on us." James reigned him self to silence.
Poof! (ya I know that sounded gay) A cloud of smoke exploded as James followed Q into the laboratory.
"R! What's going on?" Q looked annoyed as he stared at his gadget-creator-in-training.
"I was just working on our new smoke screen, sir."
"You're sure that's not something else burning?"
"Positive, sir. There's supposed to be smoke this time."
"Thank god." Q added under his breath to James, "That man could set an ocean on fire." He continued, loud again,"If you follow me right this way, Mr. Bond, I'll show you what we've got in store for you this time."
James looked around at the people milling around, making various loud noises and injuring various dummies. Q led him to a beautiful red Corvette.
"She's a beauty Q!"
"She oughta be. Packed with your standard smoke screen, oil slick, bullet proof glass, remote control steering, a sun roof, and, of course, cup holders."
"Sound nice."
"That's not all. She's got a global positioning system, a built-in weather forecastor, sirens, an extra cache of cartridges under the driver's seat, and something called a projector seat."
"What's that?"
"I'll show you. R, come over here!" he called. "R, I'd like to do a demonstration for Mr. Bond. Could you get in the passenger seat?"
"Yessir."
R got in the car, and Q took a remote control out of his pocket and pressed a button. Simeutaneously, the sun roof opened and R's chair projected out of the car. As he fell back down, a parachute came out of the back of the seat, and he settled gently on the ground.
"That may come in handy," said James.
"Now right this way is your tanning lotion Mr. Bond."
"I take it that this isn't really tanning lotion," said James as Q handed him a bottle.
"No, not at all. It's cyntobicarbonite of alectisyll, a deadly acid."
"Sounds lovely."
"Just don't forget what it really is, Mr. Bond. Oh, and here is your beach umbrella. Equipped with blow darts." Q demonstrated at the wall. "Just don't forget which end is which."
"Thank you, Q. I'm sure this will all be a big help."
"Don't mention it, Mr. Bond. But I want all of my equipment back, so please, BE CAREFUL!"
