I'm sorry I'm late with the next chapter, but I've been away for awhile. Here we go...I hope you like it!
Austin, Basil, Dr. Evil and the rest of Dr. Evil's posse sit in a much more comfortable area of the British Intelligence Technology Chicago Headquarters or B.I.T.C.H for short. Members of B.I.T.C.H. are considered B.I.T.C.Hs. . They all sit in comfy and brightly colored chairs. The rest of the agency matches the chairs in appearance. Scott is playing a GameBoy and not really listening.
Austin: "So, you've been at your Starbucks for the past two months and you have documented evidence?"
Dr. Evil: (Dr. Evil and Frau exchange glances) "Well, I have been caught in several...unwanted situations by members of our established chicago police force from time to time."
Scott: (Doesn't look up from gameboy)"He means he has 129 charges of public nudity."
Dr. Evil: "Scott, didn't you see daddy was talking?"
Scott: (Still focused on the gameboy) "No, but I saw you in the men's restroom twenty minutes ago with Frau."
Frau: (Frau titters)
Dr. Evil: (Dr. Evil looks around, clearly angry)
Number Two: "Well, someone is obviously framing Dr. Evil."
Dr. Evil: "Isn't there something you B.I.T.C.Hs can do?"
Austin: "I BEG YOUR PARDON?"
Basil:(whispering) "New agency, Austin, new agency."
Austin: "OH! Right, right. Well, the Acting and Screen Section has been studying the tape, but those A.S.Ses haven't found anything."
Basil: "The Film Intense Cutting and Knowledgeable Erasing Regiment has been working day and night as well, but not a single F.U.C.K.E.R has found anything."
Number Two: "Perhaps, Dr. Evil might be allowed to try to find these criminals, as well?"
Basil: "I'm afraid because of Dr. Evil's previous history, he isn't allowed to enter the secure areas of the B.I.T.C.H. ."
Dr. Evil: "It's not like I'm going to mess anything up inside the B.I.T.C.H. ."
Basil: "I'm sorry, the B.I.T.C.H. won't allow it."
Dr. Evil: "Could I have someone else go inside the B.I.T.C.H?"
Basil: "Perhaps. If they have no previous criminal history."
Dr. Evil: "Oh, shit. Wait, I don't believe Scotty does."
Scott: (finally looks up from his gameboy) "What?"
Basil: "I believe he doesn't have one. It should be all right."
Scott: "What are you guys talking about?"
Dr. Evil: (turns to look at Scott) "Scott, would you like to go inside the B.I.T.C.H. for Daddy?"
Scott: (points at a nearby lady) "You mean her? Eh...I guess. I think she might have crabs, though. She keeps itching her downstairs." (looks back at gameboy)
Dr. Evil: (quite shocked) "The British Intelligence Technology Chicago Headquarters! Would you like to go into The British Intelligence Technology Chicago Headquarters to get your daddy information!"
Scott: (still into gameboy) "Oh. Whatever."