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but I'll wait for the film :)

Then they both get inside it to survive the nuclear explosion. Then there are aliens. By the end, everyone hates anyone who had anything to do with its existence.

but when it comes to egypt, this is 12 years too late to fully grasp my interest

the day tutankhamen's tomb was discovered. i was obsessed with him as a kid, still got tons of egyptian knick-knacks about the place

"Indiana," gasped Poirot as Dr Jones pressed his stubbly face against his meticulously moisturised cheek, stale whisky on his breath. "Not like this."

Jones grabbed his arms and pinned them to his side, kissing him firmly on the lips. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity before Hercule finally gave in and kissed back, feeling his carefully waxed moustache crumple under the rough manhood of Indiana's passion.

"Not like this," Hercule repeated weakly when Indiana pulled away, but he had already succumbed, and they both knew that in this case no meant yes.

*fans neck area*

Later that night, amidst the sweaty, rumpled bedsheets of the cheap motel, Indiana stirred and rose. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and rummaged amongst the clothing that had been so carelessly scattered across the floor during their night of passion.

Poirot sleepily fumbled on the bedside table for his hat and leather gloves. Once thus attired, he blinked, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and tried to focus on the object of his desire.

Indiana, a dim shape silhouetted in the light from the bathroom, stepped closer and with a sigh began to unfurl his whip.
"Darling, you can't be serious", protested the Belgian supersleuth. "my buttocks are still red raw!"
"Deadly serious, sweetcheeks", growled the hunky archeologist, licking his lips and moving closer with a glint in his eye. "This is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you ..."

Then he pulled him on, like a well worn wellington boot?

I miss his graphically detailed filth

Poirot smoked massive fags