You can lead a horse to water, preferably shark-filled water and dragging a meddlesome secret agent behind him.
Making “life not lived” jokes while lowering people into vats of acid because I have a firm appreciation of irony.
Only you can prevent forest fires, Mr. Bond. But tell me, how will you stop them while you’re chained this table?
Revenge is a dish best served after mixed drinks on my patio while I explain the intricacies of my cunning plan.
I’d explain how to properly “chill like a villain” but your doughy physique makes survival unlikely at best.
A man is only as good as the people he’s killed, so I’d put myself in the top 10% at least.
Lab test #49: The shortest way to a man’s heart is not through a wood chipper.
James Bond enter Volcano-Dome. James Bond leave Volcano-Dome with my girlfriend. So alone… At least I have you, nuclear armageddon
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