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>>cute maids whispering that they're gonna leave "an extra mint" on Bond's pillow tonight
I'll take your Frenchest maid, Mr. Le Chiffre. Serve her a heavy lunch, extra acidic - a platter of pickled vegetables, or perhaps a rich bolognese - and have her finish it with a creamy dessert. After that, station her around the bistro, perhaps, or manning the casino, any location where she must hold on for dear life or face social ostracization. Approximately six minutes before I arrive, send her up to warm my pillow. Given that time frame, her bowels should have adequately marinated. Ensure there are video cameras discretely placed at several angles to properly view her desperation. Also, inform her that the neighboring rooms will be occupied by extremely light sleepers with exceptionally deep pockets, and any untoward disturbances - such as the sound of explosive flatulence - will surely wake them, costing the hotel millions in their future patronage. Oh, and Mr. Le Chiffre? Ask her to leave mints on both pillows, when she's done. I do enjoy an extra mint, from time to time.