|The year in review
||[Jan. 6th, 2003|06:51 pm]
Mad Spleen Props
|||||Secret Agent Man||]|
As I sit at my luxurious cherrywood desk, leaning back in my impossibly high-backed leather chair, I can't help but muse on the final death of James Bond, and how it has propelled me to unimaginable riches and many, many boxes of herring. Was it really only a year ago that Doctor Foo called me on my secret elbow phone, yelling excitedly into my distended joint "We've found it, Ben, we've found it!"? From there it was a whirlwind tour of nuclear breeder reactors and scantily clad counterspies... it all runs together in memory. A few of the highlights, however:
* Finally getting the plasma laser to melt flesh. We did it, Alfie!
* Perfecting my maniacal laugh. I think Dr. Foo will agree that mine ranks among the best and most foreboding.
* My death cape. 'nuff said.
* Searing the atmosphere with--what's that? a hull breach? Curses, Bond, I saw you die myself! After him, Guards! Kill him! AIEEE!