If I can stop choking from laughter, I'll try to post to this thing (written hopefully, concerned about the sudden death of so many of the threads I've assaulted).

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Bond, in the first class pottie (allowed to use it not because he possessed a first class ticket, but because, like his father, he was eight feet tall), SonofJaws stroked a finger gently along the edges of his stainless teeth. A thin line of blood the full length of his finger assured him the teeth were in fine fettle, whatever that means. He sucked on the finger for a moment, savoring the taste of his own blood and dreaming about Bond's...