In my experience, they’re lazy and dumb – nothing like those drones in the stories, who supposedly work for the Fat Guy up north. I don’t like elves, and elves with guns I like even less. And when those guns are pointed at me – well, it’s like that Mafia guy on TV used to say: fahgettaboudit. But first, a few words from my partner. “So now him and this killer ogre are on top of the railroad car, dukin’ it out, haina? Bond can’t do any fancy karate moves with the train going forty miles an hour, but he’s holding his own, against this thing that’s about twice his size. You know how big fuckin’ ogres can get.” “Yeah, I sure as hell do. So do you, comes to that.” Karl Renfer took a sip of lightly microwaved Type A. “What Bond doesn’t know, cause he’s facing the wrong way, is that the train’s coming up fast on a tunnel…” Police union rules say we’re allowed one coffee break per shift, along with half an hour for dinner.
