"You'll never get away with it!"
"Of course I won't, Mr Bond, because I'm rather foolishly going to show you this button. Whatever you do, don't press it or the whole place will go up."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"Excellent... We'll dispense with the 'join me, together we can bring history itself to it's knees' bit, shall we?"
"Fine by me."
"Good... Well, it hasn't been very nice and I really should be killing you. Instead, though, I'm going to tell this rather stupid guard to lock you in a cell. That should move the story on a bit."
"Leave the girl out of this."
"Why not? It makes things so much simpler. Guard! Take him away..."

On the way to his cell, Bond gets his WonderSwan out and idly begins to play Densha de Go!. The guard walking beside him only glances at it with little apparent interest at first (in fact, he even gives a little snort of derision), but after a short while he's looking on with intrigued interest.
"Rather good, isn't it?"
"Graphics look a bit crap. How's it work?"
"You just drive trains about, basically. Everyone who's anyone is playing it. Want a try?"
"Go on then."

Five minutes later...
"Sir, Bond has escaped!"
"Doh! I might as well press that button myself and have done with it. Prepare my escape capsule."

A few more minutes later and explosions are rocking the expensive-looking set.
"Ah! Oh! James! Help!"
It's Lara Croft. (She's only a stupid bimbo in real life.)
"I'm coming Lara, if you'll excuse the pun. Let's get out of here!

In a short time the two of them are safely ensconced in Game Kid's private yacht, watching huge clouds of smoke billow out over the suitably exotic island.
"Oh, James! We made it! But whatever are we going to do now? It'll take simply ages to reach civilisation."
Bond casts his eye about the luxurious cabin.
"Actua, darling?"
"Oh, James! You always did know how to press the right buttons..."

Meanwhile, a few thousand miles away in London, M, Q and the PM are watching proceedings on a satellite video link, waiting to congratulate their boy personally.
"Good Grief! Bond... What the devil does he think he's playing at?"
"I think he's trying to go up..."