I needed one more live tweet to complete my full set of 23 James Bond live tweet digests. This one slipped through the cracks the first time around. Not so this time. Fitting perhaps because #Thunderball was the first live tweet on the initial #Bond_age_ run for which people actually showed up. It was my self-proclaimed kill episode. If nobody tweeted with me, I was going to stop the live-tweets altogether and just focus on my essays. 20+ episodes later, we’re still going. Thanks, everybody!

…but at least there’s no shark jumping until #YOLT… you know, where there’s no actual sharks and just piranhas…

…whoawhoawhoa she’s a lady…  

…if Blofeld asks you to get JK Rowling’s mystery novel penned under a pseudonym, you goddamn get JK Rowling’s mystery novel penned under a pseudonym before the first print sells out, okay….

…the pro-#TBall crowd is out and proud tonight…

…and Bond is stalked by a guy with a faceful of bandages…

…and then he’s stuck on the rack and shaken, not stirred…

 

 

…okay, so, a mink glove is the way to get into the pants of hot nurses. Check…

…really random reference chain here to reach RED DAWN… but that’s how we roll…

…seriously. Just huge…

 

 

 

 

 

 

  …seriously, when everyone else is wearing a mask and one guy’s not, EEEVVVVILLL….

 

 

…it’s like underwater ballet, with nuclear weapons…

….#TBall, it’ll get you drunk!…

…Fiona Volpe blows cars up on Tuesday and plays roller derby on Friday… the other days are open…

…at the briefing we get a peek at some HUGE TRACTS OF… maps?…

 

 

….and massive detour time…

 

 

 

 

 

 

  …and back from detour…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  …Largo not buying Claudine Auger a drink, makes Claudine Auger a sad panda…

 

…apparently if you want to send the #Bond_age_ crew off on a tangent, compare Bill Cosby’s basement on the Cosby show to Bond’s Nassau HQ/Fishing shack.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…and once again back to our regularly scheduled programming…

…I dare you to take a shot of Campari… go on… try it…

…it’s true, google “moonraker space orgy” and we’re ahead of Rifftrax as the foremost experts on the subject…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…a haha, hello Fiona, that’s my bathtub. Oh, you’d like to borrow it. Well, I can see you’re already fully enjoying it. Now you want something to put on? Now you’re concerned about modesty?…

…poor Sweetums…

…bloody Bond escapes into the Junkanoo, bobbins and weaving his way to the Kiss Kiss Bang Bang club… but he leaves a trail of technicolor blood in his wake…

…when Bond starts tossing out the compliments, watch out! Cuz someone’s gonna get hurt…

…Felix Leiter / Rik Van Nutter… *shivers*…

…Bond and Domino frolic in the deep…

…”I hope we didn’t frighten the fish”…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  …I mean, not there’s not a lot of them… or that they’re not really long… but you’ve got some great scoring and it’s all generally broken up by scenes with really hot chicks…

 

 

 

  …so Domino could use a lesson in tactical espionage…

 

 

 

  …and time to do battle! (Yes, underwater. No you don’t get to come out. What’s the fun if you come out of the water. It’ll be slow-ish, but we’ll speed it up, like the shark. No, you fight just like above the water, except more slowly. Yes, you can shoot. Not guns. Harpoons. Yes, harpoons. We’ll speed this up too. I don’t know… just do it. We’re paying you, that’s why.)…

 

…yeah, I don’t know why this guy was leaving a trail of yellow behind him…

…maybe next time, let’s not use “experimental” explosives…

…and Claudine Auger and some random dude save the day by shooting Emilio Largo in the back! Hooray!… so wait, who’s this schmo?…

Thunderball Live Tweet Digest

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