By Sulepea
For Jack Storm, international spy and deadly assassin, the switch to clean living had been a challenging one.
Giving up cigarettes was fine, but it was hard to look menacing when exhaling a vape cloud of Watermelon Candyfloss, and the vegan diet meant that more than one night-time infiltration of a secret base had been abandoned due to cramps and explosive flatulence.
That evening in the casino was no improvement. Following old habits, he had ordered his drink shaken, not stirred. The sultry waitress had shrugged but complied and he sat there now, tuxedo soaked, regretting the choice of Diet Coke.
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Hahaha! This was funny stuff! I loved it.
Good one.
Jack Storm, tofu-charged, diet coke swilling assassin–see HBO about writing a series.
I love this story Sulepea. It made me laugh I need laughter now. Thank you.
Very clever! I thoroughly enjoyed this.
Thanks for the laugh. I really needed it this morning.
Haha!
Ha! Awesome.
I love this! It’s so clever.
The allure of the spy game is gone. Well done.