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The spy who loved me

Heh. Brian reminds me of this old joke, which is also perfect timing for my upcoming Spycraft game. Of course, the fact that Brian got it in an e-mail from…

Heh. Brian reminds me of this old joke, which is also perfect timing for my upcoming Spycraft game.

Of course, the fact that Brian got it in an e-mail from his wife makes it even funnier. (Dude, definitely go for “C”.)

The CIA had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks, interviews, and testing were done, there were three finalists: two men and a woman.
For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.
“We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances,” said one of the examining agents. “Inside this room, you will find your spouse sitting in a chair. Kill her.”
The man said, “You can’t be serious. I could never shoot my wife.”
The agent said, “Then you’re not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home.”
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the man came out with tears in his eyes. “I tried, but I can’t kill my wife.”
The agent said, “You don’t have what it takes. Take your wife and go home.”
Finally, it was the woman’s turn. She was given the instruction to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one after another. Then came screaming, crashing, and banging on the walls. The examining agents looked at each other, wondering what was going on.
After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow. “The gun was loaded with blanks,” she explained, “so I had to beat him to death with the chair.”
Moral: Women are evil. Don’t mess with them.

Heh.

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