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Urbane- courteous; suave; debonair (usually describing a man)
Ex: The urbane James Bond impersonator hopped from crumbling rooftop to crumbling rooftop in the Sojourner Truth housing projects in Detroit. He had been hired as the entertainment for a birthday party for a child obsessed with action movies. If it was up to the boy, he would have picked the Rock, or Jason Statham, or even Tom Cruise, but instead he was stuck with this ragged, gangly version of Daniel Craig. The only similarity this guy bore to 007 were his piercing blue eyes and his fancy for a martini shaken, not stirred. Well that was good news for him, because the adult beverage cart was stocked with gin and vermouth, and he had filled up his cocktail glass, downed it, filled it up again, downed it (and repeated the cycle a few more times--he lost count). As the children were lining up to get a slice of the Hobbs & Shaw cake, the fake Bond called everyone to attention. The crowd turned to the rooftop where he stumbled and almost lost his footing near the gutter, waving his arms in a windmill fashion to keep himself upright and still on the roof.
“Hey, ki…kidsss” He slurred. “Wa, wash dis. I gotta outrun the bad guy. This bill *burp* building could explode at any second”.
The parents rushed toward the roof and demanded him to come down.
“Fuck off! I’m 007. License to kill baby!” He screamed as he sped towards the gap between the two roofs and planted his feet, springing himself up and out over the two floor drop off. It really looked for a second like he was going to make it. But no, his feet hit the kitchen window of the next-door house and he crashed through the glass, his lower limbs in the sink while his torso drooped backwards out the window and towards the partygoers.
“AHHHH!!!” The children screeched as they ran around the yard manically.
“HELP ME!” The Bond impersonator cried out, the adults now realizing the double compound fracture in both of his Tibias.
“Q! Is that you? Bring me my high tech super healer device! Call up M, tell her…*projectile vomits backwards, some of it ends up on his nose, forehead, and hair* tell her I’ve failed the mission”