Things got pretty crazy at my house before the live tweet when my toddler toddled into the floorboard and busted open her eyebrow. Only a couple of saved tweets and I had to disappear for a spell during the You Only Live Twice presentation, but goddamn, SLOUCHY BOND still won the day.

We open in space. And there hasn’t been a rest area for at least 30 light years. Space capsules get hungry, too.

Proof that PUMPING existed before Judi Dench.

So wait, James Bond is dead. Like a doornail? I mean, oh, okay. Just a little dead. James Bond isn’t a timelord. He’s a zombie. It’s all clear now.