Have we really not visited the cheerful spies Control and Tony yet? Well, I think it would sound just delightful. Almost as delightful as a cup of coffee, I shouldn’t wonder.

“Hello, this is the Secret Service. Who is this, please?”

I will never, never tire of sketches featuring people in traditionally dangerous, vicious jobs speaking like enormously polite young children to one another. The bland blocks of exposition they deliver nearly-affectlessly at one another is incredibly soothing; this is my ASMR.

“I think I can picture the scene, here you were at the window, so engrossed in what you were doing, that you neglected not to fall out of it. Am I pretty near the mark?”

“Spot on, Tony.”