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“Did you see that?” whispered Guard #1, wheeling around in alarm. The flashlight mounted on his rifle illuminated an empty corridor.

“I heard something,” said Guard #2. Cautiously, he inched his way down the hall - his heavy combat boots silent as cat feet - before leaping around the corner to surprise absolutely no-one.

Guard #3 pressed himself against the wall and peeked through a doorway.

“I know you're there!” he barked, as a cardboard box shuffled past behind him. “You scared, buddy? Come out and fight like a man!”

Guard #2 caught on to #3's cunning strategy and joined in.

“Yeah, show yourself, you coward!”

“Chicken!” shouted #3, turning up the peer pressure.

They made chicken noises for a while, and followed this up with some extremely awkward silence.

“Target sighted!” yelled Guard #1, completely oblivious to the cardboard box bumping into his knees.

“It's the spy! Target engaged!”

“You escaped at the airfield, but you won't get away this time!”

All three guards rushed to the other end of the building and proceeded to beat the shit out of the janitor, who had been hoovering loudly for several hours.

Alone with the vial of Hypersplodium, international superspy Viper Bandana raised his inexplicably bright green glowing nightvision goggles and mopped his brow. The box trick would probably only work another four or five times. The guards weren't getting appreciably smarter, but the cardboard was pretty soggy.

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“Did you see that?” whispered Guard #1, wheeling around in alarm. The flashlight mounted on his rifle illuminated an empty corridor.

“I heard something,” said Guard #2. Cautiously, he inched his way down the hall - his heavy combat boots silent as cat feet - before leaping around the corner to surprise absolutely no-one.

Guard #3 pressed himself against the wall and peeked through a doorway.

“I know you're there!” he barked, as a cardboard box shuffled past behind him. “You scared, buddy? Come out and fight like a man!”

Guard #2 caught on to #3's cunning strategy and joined in.

“Yeah, show yourself, you coward!”

“Chicken!” shouted #3, turning up the peer pressure.

They made chicken noises for a while, and followed this up with some extremely awkward silence.

“Target sighted!” yelled Guard #1, completely oblivious to the cardboard box bumping into his knees.

“It's the spy! Target engaged!”

“You escaped at the airfield, but you won't get away this time!”

All three guards rushed to the other end of the building and proceeded to beat the shit out of the janitor, who had been hoovering loudly for several hours.

Alone with the vial of Hypersplodium, international superspy Viper Bandana raised his inexplicably bright green glowing nightvision goggles and mopped his brow. The box trick would probably only work another four or five times. The guards weren't getting appreciably smarter, but the cardboard was pretty soggy.