Griffin:
[spots a butterfly]
Oh, dear. This is the one where Boris is coming through that door in twelve, eleven, ten...
[K turns to the door, drawing his weapon]
Griffin:
Wait! Did you have chocolate milk this morning?
Agent J:
...Yes.
Griffin:
[winces]
Cindy.
[There is a sound of breaking glass, one of the models turns toward the window, and is impaled through the forehead by one of Boris's spikes]
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