My My my, nothing but complete silence from both my sniper and my little pathologist.
If I were the type to get sentimental I would say I was hurt.
But mostly I’m just bored.
Well, it’s been a bit since I’ve made anyone a semtex vest, so there’s always that I suppose.
Oh, um, sorry I’ve been a bit… not around. Morris has been ill so I’ve been pulling extra shifts all week. Tabitha’s been missing you.
Semtex. Right. Yes. If you wanted to come over we could, um, bake a cake. If you wanted.
The cake baking is not a euphemism for bomb consturction. Just to be, um, clear.
Malcolm, my love! You have no idea how pleased I am to see you!
They really do run you ragged over there, but that’s just because you’re ever so good at your job. I remember that Morris chap, all sausage fingers, it’s a wonder he can perform an autopsy at all. I’ve missed darling Tabby as well, has she been enjoying her tank?
A cake? Really? That sounds lovely dearest. And yes, I’m happy with making a real one, with frosting and what have you and not nitroglycerin. I’ll not extend my apparent “corruption” of you to getting into making explosives.
I can put off blowing someone up, I’d much prefer your company anyway.