**MI6 Superspy James Bond strolls into my house, grabs my Magic Bullet**
Me: Uh, James?
Bond: So this is Q-Branch’s latest contraption, eh?
Me: That’s just my Magic Bullet.
Bond: A Magic Bullet to stop the Koreans? Seems like a long shot.
Me: Well, I mean, it’s basically just a mini blender.
Bond: Does it have an ejector seat?
Me: It can make salsa in like, four seconds.
Bond: Hmm. Should help me blend in.
Me: You’re not taking that with you, right?
Bond: I think I’ll give it a whirl.
Me: Please don’t break it.
Bond: I’ll use it for everything from purée to Z.
Me: You’re deflecting with puns.
Bond: Maybe I’m rough around the edges, but deep down I’m a smoothie.
Me: What?
**A belly-dancer assassin leaps out of the shadows. Bond smashes my Magic Bullet over her head**
Bond: I’m afraid you and I never did mix, Margarita.
Me: Her name-tag says, “Catherine.”
Bond: They need me back in London.
Me: You can’t just leave!
Bond: I have a mandatory sexual harassment workshop.
Me: How’d you get involved in that?
Bond: Let’s just say it lawsuits me.
The Danopticon 