Posted: August 24, 2010 Filed under: arts
Magnetar: …so you see Mr. Bond, having exploded most of my mass, the Wolf-Rayets have given me magnetic properties that render those gadgets Q gave you useless.
Bond: False assumption, you don’t know what gadgets I have.
Magnetar: That may be true, but it is also true that I still have a mass 1.5 times the sun.
Bond: Your point?
Magnetar: Your feeble attempts to stop me from radiating death to all passing life forms are, well, umh, feeble? Anyway, you will give me what I want.
Bond: And if I give you that, whatever it is, do you expect I would stop trying to err, stop you?
Magnetar: No Mr. Bond, I expect you to die.