Now I don’t know who this James Bond fella thinks he is, but he sure knows how to tear up a Louisiana bayou. I’d just pulled over a regular Ben-Hur doing 95 minimum when boats started jumping roads and wrecking cars and everybody generally acting like fools. Then that Englishman sends his speedboat sailing right over my head and leaves one of them other boats to plant itself in my patrol car!
I commandeered what I could, called for my brother-in-law Billy-Bob and his fast boat, and figured we’d finally put a stop to this nonsense, but instead, Bond kept flying through the swamp while my boys and I wound up looking like we didn’t know a bayou from a bathtub. And when I finally caught up with that man, that DOOMSDAY MACHINE, I found out he wasn’t some reckless English joyrider but a secret agent.
A secret agent, huh? Well, whose side is he on?!
