Ricky:
James Bond took a sip from his cold champagne flute. Bubbles danced down his throat. He rushed back to the table and sat down. Instantly, he knew something was wrong. Across the table, Le Chiffre sat with a sinister smile on his face. Bond’s body felt like it was on fire. He could feel sweat dripping down his face. He knew he had been poisoned. Hastily, he stood up and rushed out of the casino. Everything was blurry. He staggered across the road as bystanders watched with puzzled faces. He pulled open the door of his Aston Martin and pushed the button under the leather steering wheel. A miniature defibrillator and a remote control with one big red button slid out from the dash board. Breathing heavily, he attached the headphones to his ear and slammed the red button.
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