[ twenty-five; ]
[ Bruce and Barb (who is around because Bakhu is the best) are sitting in the kitchen, eating. Bruce is flipping through the journal and is, well. Pretty damn amused by all these shenanigans. ]
I suppose I should be grateful that no one completely tone deaf has sung yet. I wonder if the castle has anything to do with- [ he cuts himself off as music starts playing in the background and looks at Barbara with wide eyes. OH SHI-
But, luckily for you, Paradisa. He's a damn good singer. ]
There's a man who leads a life of danger
To everyone he meets he stays a stranger
[ He smirks slightly as he sings and takes a pair of sunglasses out of his suit jacket and slips them on as he looks at Barbara. ]
[ and she's just. staring. LMFAO WHAT IS THIS. ]
With every move he makes another chance he takes
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow
[ He stands and poses dramatically while internally going GODDAMMIT ]
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name
[ When the next verse starts, he grabs Barbara's hand and tugs her out into the lobby. Let's hope she's bringing the journal with her. ]
[ OH GOD IS HE ACTUALLY DOING THIS. she's just following after and laughing so hard. can't breath. ]
Beware of pretty faces that you find
A pretty face can hide an evil mind
Ah, be careful what you say
Or you'll give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name
[ Oh, look. Guitar solo. That means it's time to dance with the laughing protege across the lobby while all suave in his turtleneck, suit jacket and sunglasses. A regular James Bond, this guy is. ]
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name
Swingin' on the Riviera one day
And then layin' in the Bombay alley next day
Oh no, you let the wrong word slip
While kissing persuasive lips
The odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name
Secret agent man
[ The music fades and Bruce stands, staring at Barbara for a moment. Then he scowls and rips off the sunglasses and points a finger in her face. ]
We never speak of this again. Ever.
Of course not, Bruce. Since you're such a secret agent man and all. [ DISSOLVES INTO GIGGLES fjskldsjkl ]
[ Yeah, Bruce. I'm sure that will work out with the fact that you were caught at least partially on the journal and were dancing around the lobby for anyone to see. ]
I suppose I should be grateful that no one completely tone deaf has sung yet. I wonder if the castle has anything to do with- [ he cuts himself off as music starts playing in the background and looks at Barbara with wide eyes. OH SHI-
But, luckily for you, Paradisa. He's a damn good singer. ]
There's a man who leads a life of danger
To everyone he meets he stays a stranger
[ He smirks slightly as he sings and takes a pair of sunglasses out of his suit jacket and slips them on as he looks at Barbara. ]
[ and she's just. staring. LMFAO WHAT IS THIS. ]
With every move he makes another chance he takes
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow
[ He stands and poses dramatically while internally going GODDAMMIT ]
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name
[ When the next verse starts, he grabs Barbara's hand and tugs her out into the lobby. Let's hope she's bringing the journal with her. ]
[ OH GOD IS HE ACTUALLY DOING THIS. she's just following after and laughing so hard. can't breath. ]
Beware of pretty faces that you find
A pretty face can hide an evil mind
Ah, be careful what you say
Or you'll give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name
[ Oh, look. Guitar solo. That means it's time to dance with the laughing protege across the lobby while all suave in his turtleneck, suit jacket and sunglasses. A regular James Bond, this guy is. ]
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name
Swingin' on the Riviera one day
And then layin' in the Bombay alley next day
Oh no, you let the wrong word slip
While kissing persuasive lips
The odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name
Secret agent man
[ The music fades and Bruce stands, staring at Barbara for a moment. Then he scowls and rips off the sunglasses and points a finger in her face. ]
We never speak of this again. Ever.
Of course not, Bruce. Since you're such a secret agent man and all. [ DISSOLVES INTO GIGGLES fjskldsjkl ]
[ Yeah, Bruce. I'm sure that will work out with the fact that you were caught at least partially on the journal and were dancing around the lobby for anyone to see. ]