Pork... James Pork. Agent 009. I acquired and swallowed the wooden apple containing the secrets of the Belgian Luftwaffle. Then, after swimming across the British Channel, that apple emerged from my bowels like a champagne cork, propelled by explosive diarrhea. |
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Fortunately, the apple landed safely in the hands of Agent R. M. Chare, a master of both disguise and concealment. |
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As for me, I was launched into a low orbit and landed a few hours later in Greenland. |
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