The sun was rising, bright and warm; giving two very cold U.N.C.L.E agents a glimmer of hope. They’d spent the night in a cramped cave that stank of its previous non-human residents.
“I’ll have to have this suit fumigated,” Napoleon complained.
“Straighten your priorites,” Illya countered. “Focus on getting to cvilization.”
“I’m prioritizing. My shoes will need some tender loving care as well. After all I have dates this week.”
“You have a one track mind...no correction, a two-track mind my friend.”
“How’s that?”
“Clothes and women, not necessarily in that order.”
“No chum, I’m just thinking positively…”
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Date: 2015-01-07 06:50 pm (UTC)