Vesper and that sinking feeling.
The odds of success are reaching rock bottom.
I almost want to downvote this, how could you xD
Hey, the author’s comment started this, not me !
Corrick: No, no. We have already succeeded. I mean, what are the three terrors of the Western Swamp? One, the dynamite spurt – no problem. There’s a whining cowhand preceding each; we can scold them. Two, the quick sand, which you were clever enough to discover what that looks like, so in the future we can avoid that too.
Vesper: Corrick, what about the B.O.U.E’s?
Corrick: Brothers Of Unusual Evil? I don’t think he’s awake.
[Immediately, an B.O.U.E. attacks him]