The Gentleman Killer with a Government Badge.
James Bond is suave, tough, and smooth as a glass of aged bourbon—but he ain’t SphstRDnck. He’s MI6, not Main Street. Sure, he’s got grit, drinks hard, drives fast, and gets the job done. But underneath the tux, he’s a high-class operator who takes orders from a monarchy, plays in elite circles, and rarely shows the kind of blue-collar backbone that defines our brand.
He’s fiction, of course—but even as an idea, Bond is the kind of hero built for dinner parties, not dirt roads. SphstRDnck don’t need gadgets from Q—we use duct tape and common sense.
Verdict: Not SphstRDnck.
Too many shaken martinis, not enough calloused hands.