"One-hundred (and one) words" ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one-hundred….damn, one-hundred one!" Napoleon silently cursed.

After having a tiff with Illya about the Russian helping him with his reports Kuryakin walked out of the office on him. Solo had a stack of reports to do, and practically ordered Illya to help him with them...big mistake.

Before heading through the doorway Illya suggested he make his illegible reports less wordy, cutting them down to one hundred words. That would make the secretaries more willing to type them up, as opposed to Napoleon’s reports being the equivalent of “War and Peace.”

“Maybe he could take out an adjective?”