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The Sprite was impressed; it was impressed a lot in the Q branch hence its current residency. It reminded itself to hop over to accounting and have a snack of that idiot’s time off request. It is the digital age, you should respect your computer, not kick it.
It focused back onto the excitement of the room as the leader resisted an eye roll. Through the speaker “I expect you to die,” could be heard in a squeaky voice.
The Sprite was disappointed; the whole internet at your fingertips and this sad excuse for a villain chose “I expect you to die,”; pathetic..
Q, composed as ever, took hold of the mic and leaned into it. “006, we are all tired of this unimaginative drivel.. 3, 2,1”
With his usual precision , Bond bucked backwards in his chair on screen as a bullet tore into the wannabe villain.
The short pale one who had been biting his nails stated, “Well I knew better than to expect Bond to die.”
The Sprite was not amused; of course the agent wasn't going to die. Not under its watch. The main monitor went staticy as it tried to remain calm while remembering the utter mess it's home had been before the current Q took over. Q treated it well, so it would treat Q well and help him watch over his agents, especially the talented funny ones, even if they had a knack for destroying technology.