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September 27th, 2009

As I sit on Ernst Blofeld's lap...

Who is the real evil genius?

The balding middle-European genius billionaire with the private island, the space programme and the army of boiler-suited goons? Or the fluffy cat sat putting on his lap as he slowly rotates on his expensive designer furniture to monologue the secret agent one final time?

Only the latest LOLCATscan technology can tell us...

Bond is doomed, unless he comes up with the gooshy food now.