Good morning, double it's up.

Don't you mean afternoon, sir?

Happes to be 3am.

Um, it's 3pm, sir.

What?

Well, perhaps your watch is broken. What's the matter with it?

Well, maybe you've worn it out. You have been looking at it a lot recently.

Hmm. That had occurred to me. The Chevy.

No, thank you, sir. Besides, your decanter is rather empty.

But what are you doing here? I thought you were on leave.

I was, sir, yes. I was queuing at Terminal 5 at Heathrow with a lady friend. We were about to fly to Marseille when I got the call to come back to the office.

Who is this car?

A Miss Trench, sir. You wouldn't know her. We've become quite close recently and I think she could be the one. We're about the same age and she's into everything I'm into.

Is there any other reason besides your enthusiasm of water sports?

Hmm. Gross. No, but she does play golf and she is the only woman I know who can break into my own apartment and that's someone I want to keep an eye on.

All right.

So is this something important, sir?

Only work keeps calling me away from Miss Trench and I owe her a seriously good holiday.

This department is not concerned with your personal problems, devilism.

Sorry, sir, I just think I deserve a little bit of time off.

I've saved the world countless times over the last couple of years.

Oh, let's sit down.

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