zhǎo • zhao3
James Bond is in the cellar of the barn, on another crappy mission he has been summoned to. He is in search of a lethal spray bottle that is said to be stored there. The only problem: the cellar is a total marsh of manure, brimming with poo. He now has to find the spray bottle that is presumably buried in this marsh of crap. The proverbial needle in the haystack, except its crap instead.