Carmens heart raced as she rushed down the precarious pathway, eyes darting this way and that, alert to the enemy nearby.
Ducking behind a parked Aerialtransportdevice™, she congratulated herself for remembering her Communicationspymoduleunitcompactmirror™, and pressing the activate button, summoned her partner in crime.
"Agent Cortez, devaporize at once, I've forgotten how to work this damn razr!"
**UPDATE**All techno devices have been TM'd and so therefor are now real words and not cheating! :D
Hey, guess what I finally got? A real cell phone, not one of those lame tracfones that i've been carrying around for three years. Those days are over. I'm talking a burgundy razr phone like a real spy, erm, I mean adult. I can hardly wait to play detectives with Little Rita in the orchard with the phones. But wait, before you go callin me, this whole modern phone dealie is a present for Little Rita, so it's gonna have to wait until after her birthday on October 23rd. Sheesh, by then I might even know how to work my phone well enough to be communicating with Agents 99 and 76, Maxwell Smart.
Hey, we've come a long way from the shoe phone!
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