I have nothing to say, but I was just thinking about being a spy...

I'm sitting in a restaurant in Sicily when I lift my fork to dig into my fettuccine with scallops, but I see the reflection of the Russian assassin in my fork so I roll off my chair onto the ground, grab my pistol and terminate him all in one fluid motion.

Upon realizing that I've made a scene I go to y table, take one large mouthful of pasta into my mouth, throw some money onto the table and than walk casually out the door as if nothing ever happened. The only thing I would be thinking would be how I wish I didn't have to wear these European designer glasses as part of my disguise because all spies wear fake glasses.

Anyways, I'm going to bed.