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: And now for something... completely different.
: Reginald Ponsonby-Smythe, at your service, and Her Majesty's. Although in her case, the service is secret.
: So, modern art? Jackson Pollack pees on a canvas and sells it for fifty grand? Reginald Ponsonby-Smythe
: Ha! Oh... you're serious. Well, I suppose it takes an educated eye to make sense out of it. Crypto
: Educated eye? What a crock! I don't need a masters in art history to know what I like. Reginald Ponsonby-Smythe
: Yes, but as conceptual art becomes more abstract, it helps to understand what the artist had in mind... Crypto
: You do realize the player's in the kitchen making nachos right now. Reginald Ponsonby-Smythe
: Well, you did that whole "Blue Rider" thing in the first game, so I thought... Crypto
: Yeah, I know. Lead balloon city.
: Silhoutte was the only woman I'll ever love! Ah, well at least I've still got the men.
: I'm glad you're here sir. The Soviets appear to be up to some mischief. Crypto
: What sort of mischief cos if she says she's eighteen you can't just call her a liar.
: [Ponsonby has drugged Crypto
] So sleepy... you... I'll
[he passes out
] Reginald Ponsonby-Smythe
: Lower life forms. When will they ever learn?
: Now tell me all the good things you remember about your mother. Crypto
: You mean, you're not my mother? Or are you?
: We know you have it! Tell us where it is or it's the Ludwig treatment for you. Eyelids peeled back, excruciating torture, endless hours of Ludwig Van! Crypto
: Oh God! Not Beethoven! Anything but Beethoven!
: How are you feeling? Crypto
: Well I could do with a martini. After a hard day of being drugged and kidnapped nothing else seems to hit the spot.
] You bastard! You finally did it... M16, the last of the Majestic Agencies... The French... The Mongolian Station... The Argentineans. All destroyed by... aliens. Crypto
: That last round must have scrambled your synapses, I only destroyed the American Majestic... Silhouette's Majestic... Reginald Ponsonby-Smythe
: You think this is all about you? Oh the irony.
: You honestly think you're the only... the only... Crypto
: The only what? Orthopox-13
: Leave it, Crypto. The man was in the throes of a violent demise and obviously in no state to talk. You've had your fun, now let's get out of here quick!
[Crypto is dillusional because Ponsonby has poisoned him
] Reginald Ponsonby-Smythe
: Now, tell me all the good things you remember about you mother. Crypto
: Mommy? No, not the hot iron treatment again! I'll be good, I promise.
: Mornin', Ponsonby. You rang? Reginald Ponsonby-Smythe
: Hmm? Crypto
: This better be good. I was this close to second base with Princess Margaret. Reginald Ponsonby-Smythe
: I appreciate your coming on such short notice, sir. This is of the greatest importance. Crypto
: Important to whom, me or you? Reginald Ponsonby-Smythe
: To both of us, I think.
: We know you have it! Tell us what it is! Tell us, or it's the Ludwig treatment for you! Eyelids peeled back, excruciating torture, endless hours of Ludwig Van! Crypto
] Uncle Orthopox, he said I'm not supposed to talk to strange lifeforms. Reginald Ponsonby-Smythe
: Good. Calibration complete. Now then, get some rest, Cryptosporidium. We can continue in the morning.