Not once has an attractive woman come up to me, mumbled something mysterious, then slipped me a piece of paper with a microdot on it. I've never had to call on hidden reserves of strength, stamina, and technical know-how to save my life, not to mention democracy as we know it.
I've never been kidnapped away to any foreign country, where I would have to proclaim my innocence and lack of knowledge to that country's leaders, who would simply laugh and say, "Ah, Mr. Panther, your sense of humor is truly refreshing, but the games are about to end."
Now that I come to think of it, I'm pretty happy this one hasn't happened to me.
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Did you mean to say "microchip"? Or did you really mean microdot? :-)
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