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It appeared that Bond had been right when he had expressed the same fears to M. “You admit the names are aliases then?” Goldnojaws laughed. “But of course they are.” “And why would you want to draw me here, Dr Goldnojaws, or whoever you are?” “Why to belittle you of course, Mr Bond. To observe your crude attempts to bring me to what you know as justice. To be amused by your futile attempts to stop me dominating Stockport, and with it the world! Now get out of my sight.” Bond looked down at Goldnojaws. Nothing he could do or say could improve the current situation. But he was determined that his adversary wouldn’t have things all his own way. He walked up to Goldnojaws, bent down, took the dwarf by the shoulders, picked him up and set him down on the desk. Goldnojaws screamed blue murder. “Bastard! Fucking bastard!" He shook his fist at Bond. "You’ll pay for this. With your life!” Bond walked casually to the door. At the door he turned and regarded Goldnojaws, still comically on the desk. “Oh and by the way” he said, the beginnings of a grin appearing at the corners of his mouth. “About your penchant for big women. Believe me, you’d be far better off in a gnome.” His grin broadened. Who needed a scriptwriter? |
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