Smoke: Bond Gadgetry Required

For starters I'd have to do all the childish stuff, like drive around invisible and cause accidents and queue-jump in supermarkets, but it would be really handy in those tight situations you find yourself in Woodstock sometimes, at half past three on a Thursday afternoon, involving an ex-28er and an albino rasta called Marley at the "fruit-sellers" market.

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