*MI6 Mission Control*

List the people you admire and look to for advice…

James Bond: They’ve breached containment.

Mission Control: When?

Bond: Just now.

M: Is that Bond?

Mission Control: Yes, Ma’am. Containment has been breached.

M: Time?

Mission Control: We have been able to gather data for the last seventeen hours.

M: All of it?

Mission Control: Yes, ma’am. We have separate servers for this to avoid cross-contamination. One second, ma’am, he’s back online.

Bond: They’re not even hiding anymore. I think they want us to know they know we’re watching. It’s a direct target approach.

Mission Control: Direct target approach, ma’am.

M: Ask him why.

Mission Control: Why?

Bond: They’re mining. Moneypenny has the files.

M: No need, I have the files. Everyone. It’s official. Data is the new gold, and the gold rush has started as of now. Tell him not to raise any waves. We need to know how they’re operating

Mission Control: Eyes only, agent. No interference.

Bond: Bloody hell. We can stop it!

M: Bond. Eyes only. The moment containment was breached it was out of our hands. Now stay out of sight. Over and out.

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What gives you direction in life?

Regular 9-5 Person: I need direction. Maybe this mediation thing will help. Let’s see.

Universe: titili titili dadadidum di dadadaboopdibopdi dada tumdi bopdiboopdi tsss tsss tsss tsss dadada dadada mm mm jigitty jig diboom da tshikidi tshikidi tum di tum da dadada dadada boomdibop di ooooh ooooh lalala bam dibidibibop diboom da tsoom tsoom

Regular 9-5 Person: ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW

Meanwhile

Thelonius Monk: Tell me more.

Kay who ate mushrooms: Wow. I can hear God.

Cats: Meow.

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in excelsis deo

What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?

Christmas because vibes, mulled wine, and five billion types of cookies, cakes, and chocolate.

Snow, if you’re lucky, pretty lights, ridiculous movies you watch because tradition (you secretly like it), and season-appropriate music (jingle all the way).

Be silly, be cringe, it’s Yuletime.

#humpday

*Billy Crystal squint*

Have you ever been camping?

You just had to say it, didn’t you. You just had to say it. Could you keep it inside? No, of course not. Could you spare my feelings? Who are we kidding here. You just had to ask, didn’t you, knowing how much I hate the outdoors. Yes. Hate. Loathe. Despise. Yes, I said it. I’m being negative? Hate, hate, hate. There, I said it again. Three times even. Hate. There again. Said it again. Couldn’t stop myself. You should hate things more, you know, you’re way too positive. You’re the kind of person who is chipper. Enthusiastic, that’s what you are. I’m the kind of person who hates things. And what’s so great about it anyway, the great outdoors? It’s full of ants. Crawling up your legs, right into your food. Ten of them right inside my sandwich, like they bought the pastrami themselves. Ants and bears, that’s what you get out there. And those guys who wear flannel. You don’t get flannel in New York unless someone’s having a nervous breakdown. You know why I love New York? Because New York has no great outdoors. There’s just insanity and hot dogs.

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