You Are Too Late, Mr. Bond…
Even now, as we chat amicably, my elite military of feminine ninja cyber-assassins is pouring my secret hypno-toxin formulation into the world’s orange juice provide. After breakfast tomorrow, each orange juice drinker on Earth shall be my helpless slave, and world domination shall be mine! Mine! MINE!
Via Stephan Kareth.
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