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“Oh? And who is going to stop me?” “I am. And if not me, another member of the Secret Service.” “Then it will be another member of the Secret Service. Because it most certainly won’t be you, Mr Bond.” With that Goldnojaws looked over Bond’s shoulder and barked: “ BloJob!” The lights went out for Bond as quickly as they had come on a minute previously as a fearsome blow landed on the back of his head and he collapsed in a sprawling heap at Goldnojaws’ feet. |