Up in a vent somewhere in a science-y facility, James Bond 007 (Bronson, not those other losers, save for Connery), crawled across over a bathroom area. "Smells like someone should lay off the beans." He said as he looked down at his victim, who was taking a dump. He removed the vent and lowered himself down in front of the victim who was reading a newspaper. He lowered it and Bond smiled. "Hello, I-"

Suddenly a figure crashed down through the roof, sending Bond falling to the ground. The figure stood up straight and dusted off his shoulders. "I am Man, Iron Man. And you...need to lay off the beans." He said, pointing to the henchman on the crapper.

"That's what I said!" Bond said in between groans.

"Shut up, Lazenby." Iron Man shouted as he shot back at Bond.

Bond groaned loudly. "It's BRONSON!"

"Whatever." Iron Man blasted the henchman in the face and flew up through the roof and away to a new area.

"Good thing I'm in a bathroom..." Bond started to crawl out under the stall and to a new one. "Cause I shit myself..."