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The Front Door opens, and here comes a Man in.... Yellow-Green. And Black.
Agent K’s head is entirely chartreuse.
Glowing even.
In fact, it seems to be getting brighter. And then softer. Brighter. Softer.
Much like a firefly.
He doesn’t seem very happy about this.
K heads over to Bar. Orders his usual bourbon, plus a very large towel. As soon as the towel arrives, he starts rubbing his head with it as fast as he can.
He pulls it away. Now the towel is glowing too. And K’s head is glowing a little less.
But not by much.
"Low-stress mission, my ass, Zed," he grumbles.
Agent K’s head is entirely chartreuse.
Glowing even.
In fact, it seems to be getting brighter. And then softer. Brighter. Softer.
Much like a firefly.
He doesn’t seem very happy about this.
K heads over to Bar. Orders his usual bourbon, plus a very large towel. As soon as the towel arrives, he starts rubbing his head with it as fast as he can.
He pulls it away. Now the towel is glowing too. And K’s head is glowing a little less.
But not by much.
"Low-stress mission, my ass, Zed," he grumbles.