Werevolka
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Agent 007, or rather, W, grimaced as if suffering from a severe toothache, standing in the library by the bookshelf containing the personal files of the internal intelligence department. His hands instinctively rummaged through the boxes, searching for the dossier he needed.
- Why are you looking for something starting with the letter A when you need something starting with the letter W? – a familiar, almost painful voice echoed in his head. Double W grimaced again and scratched his right ear.
- You're not here.
- Then you're not here either. And those pink elephants floating in the air aren't here either.
- The elephants are here.
- Well, you're an idiot.
Meanwhile, the agent found the folder he was looking for, which had the inscription: "Top Secret. Burn before reading" on the cover. With a conspiratorial smirk, he stuffed it under his jacket and headed to his ward... uh... compartment, where a cherished bottle of valerian... uh... whiskey was hidden in an old-fashioned refrigerator.
- Why are you looking for something starting with the letter A when you need something starting with the letter W? – a familiar, almost painful voice echoed in his head. Double W grimaced again and scratched his right ear.
- You're not here.
- Then you're not here either. And those pink elephants floating in the air aren't here either.
- The elephants are here.
- Well, you're an idiot.
Meanwhile, the agent found the folder he was looking for, which had the inscription: "Top Secret. Burn before reading" on the cover. With a conspiratorial smirk, he stuffed it under his jacket and headed to his ward... uh... compartment, where a cherished bottle of valerian... uh... whiskey was hidden in an old-fashioned refrigerator.
