32. Paul
32
PAUL
W ell, I got you now, Agent Snoozy, supposed master of secrecy and clandestine operations! Seems like your top-secret ATF training didn’t prepare you for this. You were no match for my decades of experience.
Now look at you, all sprawled out like a snoozing sloth. Yes, feel free to catch up on all that sleep you missed during all those undercover missions.
Oh, I do have to say, I love your fancy suit. Were you trying to blend in with the penguins at the zoo?
Agent Snoozy, I do believe you may think you were being stealthy, but I’ve seen raccoons make less noise rummaging through our garbage. Maybe you should trade that spy badge for a nice rocking chair.
There is nothing in your pockets, no weapons, no gadgets, you’re not even happy to see me?
Well, you are a lot heavier than I thought though. Probably from all those steak-outs. I guess I will have to get the trolley and some more hands.
Let’s get you inside before you wake up again. And then let’s find out what your secret mission is all about.