[ Bemused, Bradbury more or less does as he's told, letting the man do his work. There are measurements - a lot of measurements. While the length and breadth of his shoulders and waist are standard enough, the expression on his face grows increasingly perplexed as the tailor keeps going. Just how many measurements does this guy need?
He shoots a look at Bond of the mute save me from this madman and his tape measure variety, except of course Bond finds this amusing. Still, he doesn't utter a peep of protest until the elderly tailor gets down to measuring his inseam. ]
Hey! [ He shifts ever-so-slightly away from the tailor, wincing. ] I don't think I need my pants to fit that close.
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He shoots a look at Bond of the mute save me from this madman and his tape measure variety, except of course Bond finds this amusing. Still, he doesn't utter a peep of protest until the elderly tailor gets down to measuring his inseam. ]
Hey! [ He shifts ever-so-slightly away from the tailor, wincing. ] I don't think I need my pants to fit that close.