#theexplodingpen writes

Squaring his shoulders, Q slowly extracted his arm from Bond's grip. “Zero, I believe, is a number. A number, which, I believe, I already told you. And in case you need it in another form: none. My diet does not require feeding from the populous. So I am sorry to inform you that murder does not fit into my lifestyle, and therefore, you will not need to make any concessions or alterations to your present state of affairs.”