JAMES BOND IS ON STAGE HE IS POINTING A GUN AT BLOFELD, A PUBLISHER STANDS TO ONE SIDE.
BOND
So Blofeld your volcano gun is destroyed, you were errupt to no good, any last words?
BLOFELD
Yes Mr Bond, I have one last request...do these slacks make my bum look big, I've been really bloated, and...
PUBLISHER
Right we're not using Helen Fielding's Bond, next.
BOND
So Blofeld, your banana gun has lost it's appeal and....
BLOFELD
I'm not Blofeld, I'm Lord Voldemort, prepare to face death by 800 pages of poorly edited monotony.
PUBLISHER
Ok Rowlings is a no goer.
BOND
So Blofeld your...hang on I've just washed a huge Chinese dinner down with a can of carnation milk, (vomits)
BLOFELD
Mr Bond you truly are the bestest ever Deputy Prime minister ever, and Gordon Brown is a big knob.
PUBLISHER
And nix John Prescott, how about Sebastian Faulkes.
BOND
Couldn't be worse than Cheri Blair's book.