So Agent Morrison, how're them legs healing? Bet being kneecapped with explosive plasma really put a crimp in your day, didn't it? Don't worry treacle, from what I hear about you, you'll be up and about in a month or so.

Here's the deal Mr Directive Man. You stop hunting me and I'll stop blowing stuff up. How's that sound? Send any more of your Agent Smith-wannabes after me again and I'll open you up like a can of beans.

By the way, sport. Your superspy glasses look a lot better on me than they ever did on you