Henny Penny works the crowd
into a lather: So, Icarus walks
into a solarium and asks about
the free waxing. It's two for one,
they say. Nuh-uh (says Henny
as Icarus as Mercury), I'm not
falling for that one. They go
nuts, stamp their feet, it's a crazy
mixed-up free-for-all, and so...
the Orpheum ceiling collapses.
Let me attempt to say this
with a straight face, Mr Bond:
You have interfered with my plans
for the last time.
Now I will tell you
my secret of delight,
of total world domination.
And our codename.
You need me, I know,
to confess the name
of that which we do,
the secret name in which
we wrap the secrets
I will expose to you.
Something as English
as the Times of London,
do you not think,
my dear Mr Bond?
Red Moon? Plumb Pudding?
Will these do? But I jest.
Oh, do not look so angry.
James, you're hurting me!
I apologize. Let me begin again.
We tunnel under your English
Channel, we fill your isles
with cunning foreigners,
we infiltrate your church,
your universities, with those
who do not believe in the truth.
We breed women who do not
like you, Mr Bond. I am
in jest once again
my dear old Mr Bond.
So let us begin once more.
To be realistic, these things
are impossible, even for us.
Also, no runaway train
races for the United Nations.
There are no missiles secreted
in the steeples of your towns.
There is no fuse, no key, no clock,
no double, nor ever were we.
Shall I laugh at this point?
Yes, I think I shall laugh.
Do not attempt to escape.
You would only make it worse.
In a moment I will place
my hand upon your heart
and stop it, Mr Bond.
Do you feel it now?
I do so hope you do.