One of the nice things about working for Her Majesty's Secret Service for many years was that I got to drive some pretty fabulous cars. High-speed chases through Tokyo? Hairpin bends on Alpine roads? No problem.
One of the nice things about transitioning to semi-retirement was that I got to keep one of the cars: a Bentley Continental GT. Sitting in traffic for hours on the London orbital? Popping down to the supermarket? Sorted.
One of the bad things about knowing Dr Max Tunguska is that when he lays off his command flight-crew of ferrets, they have nothing to occupy their devious and highly-organised little minds.
So, while I am sensitive to their plight, I want to be clear.
Several bad things will happen to entire bunch* of them if they don't make this right before the morning.
I may stay up late and lay in wait with my own bricks.
And give them a secret servicing they'll never forget.
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* The correct collective noun for ferrets is a business or busyness. Yes, really.