You stretch your hands above your head, yawning after the completion of the tough written test. As you stand up, Mr Goodage approaches you desk.

"How'd I do?" you ask, quietly confident about the results.

"You got a B Mr Bond," he tells you, looking rather pleased with your performance.

"Great, that's fucking excellent!" you swear.

"Yes well done," says Goodage, "A very respectable result, you're well on your way to passing this course and returning to active work as a secret agent."

Great work there, now it's time to hit the next class and keep up the hard work.

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