My mouth got incredibly dry as I struggled to look everywhere but the table he was sitting at. I could hear this voice asking me a question, but I tho...ght it was the blood rushing to my head until I got a touch on my arm asking if I could pass him the ketchup. I did the usual thing of grabbing the bottle and handed it to him with a look of shock on my face. He thanked me and looked at me with a look of confidence and, at least in my head, a playful, cheeky smile as if he knew that I wanted. Best...I'm glad you're here. I have to talk to you about my grade." Well, come in, Miss Dillon, and let's talk about it." Bob sat back on the couch, and looked like he had just won the lottery.Nicole came around the coffee table, moving sinuously. A blind man could pick up on her intentions. She sat on the table as if it was the edge of the teacher's desk, though lower. Her mind adjusted to the make-believe situation."I'm afraid, Miss Dillon, that there's nothing that can be done. We're. When the other side finally showed up, they came in with some pomp and circumstance. The chief engineer came in with his bodyguard. Both men stood behind a chair. The bodyguard was carrying a truncheon. Next came the navigator and his bodyguard equipped the same as the first one. They also stood behind a chair.Finally, in came the king in his usual crazy outfit. He had two bodyguards, and these men were armed with machine pistols. A-ha, those I had never seen before. The machine pistols looked. Flying there wasn't an option."I can't get my antlers past airport security," said Bullwinkle.Their goal after reaching China is to get a strange weapon repaired for none other than those two nefarious arch villains, Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale. Or perhaps, should we say Natasha Fatale and a cute little girl?"Please don't rub it in, darlink," said Natasha.The reason Natasha Fatale is so upset is because the cute little girl was once the aforementioned Boris Badenov. How did this incredible.