In which Moneypenny despairs of her boys, no one in MI6 is the least bit sane, Bond complains to HR about MI6's workplace policies, Q insists that he is not a fainting maiden, and he might have to sleep with 007.Normally I hate all kinds of dialogue. They are normally boring, awkward, ill written or just plain stupid. But not in this one. The dialogue is the only reason why I read the whole thing (and slept only like five hours last night).
Strictly for professional purposes, of course.
The whole thing is all about sarcasm and probably understanding that other. No. Scratch that. No one understands the others in this whole fic. Thats it. They don't talk, they just mock and are idiots. Thats it. But the best part is all that sarcasm and the dialogue and it doesnt even matter if this has 22 000 words or something. This is pure gold. Yea.
Don't read this if you wanna read something sappy or shit. Read this if you wanna read good sarcasm and wanna suffer misunderstandings and subborness. Nothing else. Thats it. And I loved every bit of this.
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