The Wabbit and his android double met briefly in a repertory
cinema where the Wabbit sometimes hid out. "I can’t keep calling you
Android," said the Wabbit. "Robot calls me Wabsworth," said
android Wabbit. "OK. Wabsworth it is," stated the Wabbit. "Now
what are our protocols?" "Well the first is that obviously we
musn’t go round together," said Wabsworth. "Oh drat!" said the
Wabbit who had been looking forward to a good conversation with
himself. "And the second protocol is that we musn’t exchange
coats," said Wabsworth. "Do you know, I never thought of
that," said the Wabbit with a malicious glint in his eye. "You
Commander, should conform to the third protocol which is to avoid attracting
attention." The Wabbit hadn’t a clue how he would manage that one.
"Noted!" he said quietly. "Conversely, I will do my best to be
seen around and about," muttered Wabsworth. "Are you sure we can’t
exchange coats?" asked the Wabbit. "That would defeat the
object," replied Wabsworth. "Which is?" said the Wabbit.
"To lure the Agent's hit Rabit into making an error and then to
eliminate him." "You might get hurt," said the Wabbit. "I’m
an android," said Wabsworth, "and can only be
damaged." "All the same," said the Wabbit, "you’re a
valuable asset." "Oh do you think so?" said Wabsworth with glee.
"Yes of course," said the Wabbit. "You’re a credit to the
Service and also you have my coat." "Perhaps we could have an
aperitivo together after it’s all over," laughed Wabsworth. "That’s
the Fourth Protocol," grinned the Wabbit.
