On future plans. Your life, James. Your life.

[lastrat]

Not only are you planning - giddily, I might add - to kill me, but to add insult to insanity, you want to put me under the charge of a teenager.

And I haven't forgiven Vesper, no matter what this-- [Hmph no he refuses to call it a flood] --event has me saying.

The least you could do is let me into the pub.

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[myresponsibility]

Come on, man, you've got to be the most immature spy I've ever met. [Like you know so many spies, Peter.]

[lastrat]

Oh? How many have you met?

[myresponsibility]

Yeah, that doesn't change my point.

[lastrat]

[Just, you know. Smirking. 8)]

[myresponsibility]

How old are you?

[lastrat]

I'm sure it'll say in my file.

[myresponsibility]

Because I was gonna go with like, seven.

[lastrat]

Cute.

[myresponsibility]

I thought so.

[lastrat]

And you're what, twelve is it? Hit a growth spurt, have you?

[myresponsibility]

Don't worry, I'm taller than most people I know. You learn not to lord it over people. [You're totally annoyed about this height difference aren't you. c:]

[lastrat]

[TOTALLY ANNOYED >(] I'm sure you do.