Jim Pond
&
The Agents Of F.A.R.T.
I was just indulging in a little probing of the delectable Russian agent sent to kill me when the call came through. That it came through the Pondphone (which glows bright green and emits a sound when ringing not unlike a swan farting) somewhat ruined the mood of the proceedings and Anoushka - after cursing me for a "feelthy Britisher scum!" - promptly got dressed and departed my flat.
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