[ When his phone goes off, Q barely glances at it. It's not his work phone and he's busy, coding a virus that would cause facial recognition software to focus on everything but an 80%-or-higher match.
Then, his brain catches up.
His personal phone rarely ever rang anymore. Hardly ever, in fact. He snatches it up, staring at the number for a long moment before answering. ]
If that's you, Bond, this is a very poor joke indeed.
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Then, his brain catches up.
His personal phone rarely ever rang anymore. Hardly ever, in fact. He snatches it up, staring at the number for a long moment before answering. ]
If that's you, Bond, this is a very poor joke indeed.