I Love Writing Different Things.

The Cia Agent Looked More Dead Than Alive. Alex Wondered If He Had Been Hit, But There Was No Sign Of Any Blood. Perhaps He Was In Shock.

Oh-do Be Careful With That! That's My Buddha Hand Grenade. Twist The Head Twice And Throw It And Anyone Within Ten Yards Can Say Their Prayers.

You'd Better Get Onto Mi6. They'll Be In Charge Of Security At The Airport." "of Course." Sir Graham Moved Toward The Door. He Stopped And Turned Around. "and What Happens If You're Wrong?" He Inquired. "what Happens If These Soccer Players Do Somehow Get Killed?" Kellner Shrugged. "at Least We'll Know What We're Dealing With," He Said. "and They Lost Every Single One Of Their Games While They Were In Nigeria. I'm Sure We Can Put Together Another Team.

Nice Day For A Funeral.

Do You Realise How Much Trouble You're In?" "perhaps I'll Have Some Weetabix After All.