“Trust me, James. I’ve tried everything. He’s not eating, he hasn’t shaved in days… He’s inconsolable.”
“Not everything. Leave it with me, Moneypenny.”
Bond sauntered down to Q Branch. He made a brief stop at Q’s office before making his way to the bullpen to stand in the middle of the room.
“WHAT THE HELL HAS AN AGENT GOT TO DO TO GET AN EXPLODING PEN AROUND HERE?!” he shouted at the top of his voice.
“My office. NOW!” Q roared.
He stomped there with Bond in tow and flung the door open.
“Meow?” And Q’s heart melted, retribution forgotten.