"I'm a highly skilled professional, and this is absolutely beneath me. I'm not bait, I'm not a prop, I'm your bloody quartermaster and you should show me some more respect. So should M for that matter," Q hissed.

"I should have known right away what the pair of you had planned when M told me I was coming along. Here I was thinking I'd be in some lovely hotel room decrypting private messages and copying drives, not playing the part of old bloody yeller."