"If you'd just excuse me for a moment, Miss Hensley..." you say, passing through a door before she has time to protest.
She protests anyway. "Agent Sterling!!!"
Once beyond the door, you're surrounded by a wondrous array of gadgetry, from complicated assassination devices disguised as everyday objects to the latest in high-speed vehicles. In the midst of it all, surrounded by slightly charred assistants toying with his inventions, is the amn you recognise.
With a noble profile and a vibrant moustache, Professor Fry is not a person that you forget in a hurry. His machines have saved your life more times than you can count, often at the most unexpected moments.
"Ah, Agent Sterling!" he says, closing to shake your hand.
"Haven't got long, Prof," you explain, "so just hit me with your latest."
"Not literally, I hope," he says, a twinkle in his eye. "Stand right there, I'll be back momentarily!"
You do as he says, and hear Miss Hensley enter behind you. "We don't have time for this," she tells you.
"I always have time," you reply.
She looks away from you, and then Fry returns, carrying:
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