The weapons on the table in Skyfall castle should be even more ridicolous. A knife, a claymore, two ski poles, a bowl of haggis and a feather duster, perhaps?
The weapons on the table in Skyfall castle should be even more ridicolous. A knife, a claymore, two ski poles, a bowl of haggis and a feather duster, perhaps?
I like the bagpipe flamethrower (or should it be Blowpipe?). I hestitate to suggest changes in other members' ideas, but shouldn't the flamethrower be using whiskey as the flamable liquid?
Act 3, Scene 4 needs more humor.
Perhaps Bond says to Damsel Severine: And on that subject thou be well-versed. Only a notable sort of woman wears a scant dress, no undergarments and dagger hidden in the cleavage and a smallsword thou hast concealed upon thine well-shaped thigh.
Damsel Severine (enamoured): Though perceived it.
Bond wins a sack of gold in the gambling den and uses it to fight the villans.
A knave grabs sir Bond's sword, but the young wizard has put a spell on it since sir Bond's first encounter with sir Silva. If another man touches sir Bond's sword, it gets limp and functions no more. The disapointed villan gets eaten by a dragon.
Thy tattoo dear maiden, to some would mark you as chattel of one of the bawdy houses ? Although
To me it clearly sayith " Ibiza, giving it large !" ...... Or. " Chicken fried rice ". Etc
"I've been informed that there ARE a couple of QAnon supporters who are fairly regular posters in AJB."
Well, here's the scene on it's own- perhaps someone could add in those jokes above? (Sorry, not up to it right now)
Act 3, Scene 4. A gambling place.
Sir James: With this token, I wouldst mine winnings claim.
Damsel Severine: So, thine next performance shalt we discuss with a drink, Sir...?
Sir James: I am he who is called Bond, James Bond. Stir not mine mead, though let it shaken be.
Damsel Severine: And I am the Damsel Severine. Mayhap a business question I can ask thee, Sir James?
Sir James: On the question that doth depend.
Damsel Severine: Mine question doth concern death.
Sir James: And on that subject thou be well-versed, as can be told from thine garments and thine weapon, which thou hast concealed upon thine well-shaped thigh.
Damsel Severine: Thou dost know nothing.
Sir James: When a woman ist afraid, this I do know. And thine three varlets are thine masters, not thine guards. (Sir James doth struggle with the three varlets. He bests two, and the third is eaten by a dragon)
Sir James: Hm, perhaps the Young Wizard should be thanked. One doth never truly know.
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But where is my cameo??
There have been several occasions to insert green trainers X-(
Dalton - the weak and weepy Bond!
One day you will need to tell me where this whole green trainer wearing, Dalton Hating thing all began, Higgy-Baby?
-Casino Royale, Ian Fleming
Sorted.
The name is HIGGINS!! X-(
Dalton - the weak and weepy Bond!
8-) 8-) 8-)
Dalton - the weak and weepy Bond!
Dalton - the weak and weepy Bond!
One day we'll do "Licence To Slay", and you'll be in that one for sure!!!
There is nothing about it. Dalton weeps! I hate him! Fact!
That story will remain untold. But a little cliffhanger for you. Here they are:
Dalton - the weak and weepy Bond!
Do. Not. Tempt. Me.
:v
Perhaps Bond says to Damsel Severine: And on that subject thou be well-versed. Only a notable sort of woman wears a scant dress, no undergarments and dagger hidden in the cleavage and a smallsword thou hast concealed upon thine well-shaped thigh.
Damsel Severine (enamoured): Though perceived it.
All contributions welcome!
A knave grabs sir Bond's sword, but the young wizard has put a spell on it since sir Bond's first encounter with sir Silva. If another man touches sir Bond's sword, it gets limp and functions no more. The disapointed villan gets eaten by a dragon.
Thy tattoo dear maiden, to some would mark you as chattel of one of the bawdy houses ? Although
To me it clearly sayith " Ibiza, giving it large !" ...... Or. " Chicken fried rice ". Etc
I'll admit she beith no Lady of Essex on a Hen party, but she'll do.
Well they are the best -{
Act 3, Scene 4. A gambling place.
Sir James: With this token, I wouldst mine winnings claim.
Damsel Severine: So, thine next performance shalt we discuss with a drink, Sir...?
Sir James: I am he who is called Bond, James Bond. Stir not mine mead, though let it shaken be.
Damsel Severine: And I am the Damsel Severine. Mayhap a business question I can ask thee, Sir James?
Sir James: On the question that doth depend.
Damsel Severine: Mine question doth concern death.
Sir James: And on that subject thou be well-versed, as can be told from thine garments and thine weapon, which thou hast concealed upon thine well-shaped thigh.
Damsel Severine: Thou dost know nothing.
Sir James: When a woman ist afraid, this I do know. And thine three varlets are thine masters, not thine guards.
(Sir James doth struggle with the three varlets. He bests two, and the third is eaten by a dragon)
Sir James: Hm, perhaps the Young Wizard should be thanked. One doth never truly know.