Dressed to never be killed in my
James Bond movie at work, looking
like Michelin Man in my five layers
of clothing and a blanket in true
Basotho fashion wrapped around
all the rest, should I fall I shall just
softly keep rolling, no chance of
injury, even ten floors down I’ll still
be fine, no weapon will be able to
penetrate all these layers also – I’m
immune to attack – therefore I have
to move back into James Bond’s
camp, only players on his side are
ever so impervious to death and
destruction; James Bond,
here I come!
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