PATIENT
TEENAGER
TRUNK
CRITICAL
CRICKET
SERVE
“No need to hurry. I’m patient.”
That elicited a critical snort.
“Gee…you seem to be taking a loooong time! Problem?” *grin*
“No.”
“Come on, just give up… please?”
“You’re behaving like a teenager anticipating sex for the first time.”
“Excuse me?” Napoleon felt himself redden.
Illya ignored him, continuing to bundle the notes and samples from the Thrush lab (destined for annihilation) into the specially-designed trunk.
Mark popped in. “How soon?”
“Now.” Locking the lid, smirking. “You lost, Napoleon.”
Two hulking agents took the trunk.
After safely viewing the glorious explosion, Napoleon (having lost the bet) was served fried crickets…
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