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the ladies, of course." "Er... hello?" said Barry. "I think you wanted... to talk... to me...?" CHAPTER SIX "Si!" said Lionel. "Oh, speak English for crying out loud, Messi. You've played against John Terry. You must have at least learnt some swear words." As he approached the wall with the posters on it, Barry kept a close eye on Bond and, more importantly, on the Walther PPK with "Culo." "That's not a swear." silencer now pinned to his chest. Barry could feel the too-big feet of Barry looked at Lionel, who tutted, but then looked back at him his onesie dragging across the carpet (BJORNO MASTERLIGN): it and said, in a strong accent, “Barry. Would you mind pleeze to was the only familiar feeling about this whole thing. He walked towards the o07 poster, but James Bond flicked his stand in between me and the guy dressed like a waiter?" "I am not dressed like a waiter! What waiter has a gun?!" cold, suspicious eyes to the right, so Barry moved over to where Lionel was smiling at him. "Eh! Barrito! Me recuerdas al niño en el avión en ese anuncio que Barry shuffled across. "Here?" "Yes, nearly. Just a beet to the left," said Lionel. Barry shuffled a bit more. Now he was precisely in between the hice!" two posters. "Yes, good. Espléndido! Now shut your eyes and say the "Pardon me?" thing again." "He says you remind him of the little boy on the aeroplane in that "What thing?" said Barry. He dug his hands into his pockets (the onesie had quite deep ones), which was something he always did when asked a question he wasn't sure how to answer. In the corner advert he did," said James Bond. “You remember, the one with the basketball guy and the ice cream and stuff. God, Lionel, why did you do that? It's not like you don't earn a million pounds a minute as it of his mind he noticed that, crumpled up in the corner of the left- is." hand pocket, was the list of things that he blamed his parents for. "Estós celoso!" "Oh, you know the thing. What is it? Is hard for me in English. "I am not jealous. I do my work for the love of my country. And Remind me, 003 and a half." 2 pages left in chapter 14%