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section7mfu“I’m not in the mood for childish games Napoleon.”
The agents were stuck in the middle of nowhere, having developed a flat tyre. Illya was mad at himself, as it was his car and he had failed to check the spare.
“Come on chum,” Napoleon cajoled. “What else are we going to do while we wait for the breakdown truck?”
“We could discuss art, or literature, or even science.”
“Just give it a go, you might enjoy it.”
“Does it have to be that game?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, it’s your idea, you go first.”
“I spy with my little eye . . .”
The agents were stuck in the middle of nowhere, having developed a flat tyre. Illya was mad at himself, as it was his car and he had failed to check the spare.
“Come on chum,” Napoleon cajoled. “What else are we going to do while we wait for the breakdown truck?”
“We could discuss art, or literature, or even science.”
“Just give it a go, you might enjoy it.”
“Does it have to be that game?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, it’s your idea, you go first.”
“I spy with my little eye . . .”
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Date: 2014-08-20 02:02 pm (UTC)