Our Plans Worked to Perfection
screen door of his sleeping porch- impatiently explains to strangers
- very sore and humiliated
- save for spasmodic jumping
- Our plans worked to perfection
Our plans worked to perfection, save for spasmodic jumping. We didn’t anticipate that side effect. The rats showed no such symptoms during our preliminary experiments, and we still haven’t pinned down the cause. Anyway, Fleming is very sore and humiliated, and I find it delightful to observe as he impatiently explains to strangers, through the screen door of his sleeping porch, that he’s a government agent working deep cover to expose illicit and unethical psychological research at the university. He evidently doesn’t know we carted him across the border, and these strangers don’t speak English.
Bonus points for using them in reverse order?
Poor Fleming. But at least he has a sleeping porch. That will be nice when the nights are humid.
Fleming never had it so good. Most of his missions end up a lot worse than this.
Maybe he’ll take this opportunity to leave the agency. He can retire and maybe settle down with a nice local girl.