Pommie

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     BloJob cocked her head to one side. “That right?”
     “Yes. And you’re not getting any of it, you bitch.”
     “No? We’ll see about that.” She took hold of Bond’s shoulders and shook him until his teeth rattled. “Where is it, you pommie bastard?”
     Bond protested, putting everything into it, as if his life depended on it, which it probably did. “Please! Take anything from me. Take my wallet. Take my watch. Take anything except my chewing gum!”
     “I don’t want your watch and your fucking wallet I want your fucking chewing gum,” BloJob snarled, shaking him again before slapping him viciously across the mouth with the back of her hand and splitting his bottom lip.
     Bond tasted blood. “All right. No more. It’s in my inside pocket.”
     BloJob felt in Bond’s pocket and took out the stiff upper lip that Q had given Bond a few days ago. She held it up. “This it?” Bond nodded. BloJob looked at more closely. “Funny looking chewing gum. Looks like a lip.”
     “Yes, that’s the idea, you can put it on your lip if you like to blow bubbles. Personally I prefer to put it in my mouth and chew it.”
     “So do I,” said BloJob, and promptly did just that.
     The last thing that Bond saw before the blast from the explosion rendered him unconscious was BloJob’s head disappearing from her shoulders and her headless body falling stone-like to the ground.