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What need have I of Craig or Connery,

Whose dark and dismal exploits doth dismay me?

Such sullen spies are but thy Mini-Me;

Thou art incomparably more groovy, baby.

Thou shagg’st and sport’st thy Union Jack pants well

And, when I glimpse that patriotic rump,

Then love of country in my chest doth swell,

Like to a penis in a Swedish pump.

Fear not that Dr Evil shall prevail,

Try as he might thy mojo to oppose,

Nor shall Time triumph where the Fembots fail

And bring thy swinging antics to a close.

For thine example cannot be outlasted:

Thy name looms larger than thy foe, Fat Bastard.