This is one of those sketches I had a lot of fun making, but in the final analysis feels somewhat disappointing… The spies ended up in a bar after training heavily for the day. They got heavily drunk. A game of poker with some young KGB agents ensued. Upon remembering that the KGB had been disbanded ten years ago, an existential crisis of epic proportions followed, bringing with it all the violence and mayhem that only a depressed binge on expensive liquor can generate. They woke up the next morning, having forgotten everything but how to dress smartly and retired to a remote, but sunny headquarters somewhere far from where they had been last night. Belle watched on from outside, eating celery. Have the poster for that binge.
Caramblogage somehow contains Caram Kapps thoughts on worlds and words.