[[ Bond is tied to a giant centrifuge ]]
Hat Guy: Do you like my centrifuge, Mister Bond? When I throw the lever, you will feel centrifugal force crush every bone in your body.
Mr. Bond: You mean centripetal force. There's no such thing as centrifugal force.
Hat Guy: A laughable claim, Mister Bond, perpetuated by overzealous teachers of science. Simply construct Newton's laws into a rotating system and you will see a centrifugal force term appear as plain as day.
Mr. Bond: Come now, do you really expect me to do coordinate substitution in my head while strapped to a centrifuge?
Hat Guy: No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die.
{{ alt: You spin me right round, baby, right round, in a manner depriving me of an inertial reference frame. Baby. }}
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