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Well, I could pick the wrong song. Completely ruin the mood I was going for. That might do it.

As long as it's not The Sweet, we're good.

It fell... fifty stories, give or take.

[ the other double-ohs aren't as versatile as him, that's all. you don't even understand, q. ]

Other than that, it worked smashingly. I'll need another.

I don't think you have to worry about that.

You'll get another when I decide you get another. These equipment don't just fall out of the sky, 007—

[ . . . ]

Not unless someone where tossing them off buildings, I mean.

I didn't toss it off a building, Q. I threw it into a man's nose and he fell.

It was necessary. I want another one.

You're going to surprise me, now? Okay. That'll be interesting.

An entirely new one?

You—

[ he sputters a little in shock, then hastily pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. ]

You threw a customized Rolex watch programmed to track every step and sound of your intended target using various satellites and frequencies (some of which aren't even our own country's!) at a man's nose?

[ bond. bond you are so grounded. ]

It was that or the gun. At least I had a chance of reloading the gun.

You should have put a dart in the damned thing for emergencies. Then none of this would have happened.

[ fine. but you're not going to hear the end of it. ]

And let's not pretend you didn't pick the tackiest Rolex to put it in, either.

That happens to be a classic design—!! [ okay, no, he is not going to get uppity about this. (also, he did sort of choose that design as a bit of a prank, eheheheh.) he's not even going to address the hidden dart thing. bond, please get with the times. ]

Did you at least have the courtesy to pick up whatever pieces were left? We might be able to extract some useful information from it.

Who was counting?

Hideous. I think I prefer it literally smacking people in the face as opposed to figuratively.

[ 'Happens to be a classic design', 'Get with the times'. One of these things is not like the other, you pencil-licking prat. ]

Did I go into the street and pick up the splinters?

...

No, Q, I did not. Why don't you pop over with a hoover? Perhaps you can get enough pieces to put the thing back together. Because apparently making another one is beyond your abilities.

[ Oh, he knows you're just being a brat and mad about him breaking your toys, Q. He sort of did it on purpose, aching for the excuse after getting the lofty command to try not to. He's absolutely just saying it this way, like it's beyond your means, to get you fluffed. ]

You always count.

[ oh, don't think he doesn't know you don't do this on purpose, bond. you're careless, but you (hopefully) aren't inept. so he knows you do this just to get his goat, which makes it all the more frustrating because he's trying to do this job here, you womanizing walking natural disaster. ]

Making another is quite different from extracting information collected by the original, 007. I should think you were capable enough to at least know how to turn the device on.

You've hardly any information to extract, Q. The point of the watch was to put it on someone else's wrist and it's been in my pocket.

I'm trying to figure out how I'm to get a tracking watch on someone's wrist without a tracking watch. Once I've got one, I'll worry about how to turn it on then. Really not very practical, are you? Did you try to tie your shoes whilst running as a child?

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It's— [ omg bond you make him want to take a pen to his eye. ]

Weren't you listening to me at all during the briefing? The watch needn't have been on the person you intended to track, you dolt! The very beauty of the gadget's technology is touch. A single brush of the target's skin against its glass face and that's it — that's all you needed.

[ He's doing it right, then. ]

To be honest, I think there's a certain pitch you have talking through your nose that really puts me off.

It doesn't matter how it works: It's. Broken.

Well, 007, that sounds like a personal problem that you might want to get fixed as soon as possible. I'm not quite sure how they'd done it during your glory days, but these days it's actually advised you pay attention to your quartermaster's briefing, as it tends to often mean the difference between using a device as its intended and cocking it up and having the damned pen blow up in your face as you try and sign for a check.

Oh yeah. Yeah, I think it's going to be a surprise.

There were teeth. Sharp point teeth. Digitigrade legs, from what little I could see, long ears. [His breathing is quickening, though he tries to keep his voice calm.] It's dark, I'm at least a mile away from anything useful.

[Brief pause.] The apparatus isn't damaged. I am. Only a bit.

I'll try to contain my curiosity.

It'll have to keep until we get back to civilization anyway. If I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it right.

I was joking, Tony. Should I be worried?

No, I don't think so. What, you think I can't sing?

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