| In the world of chemicals, a constant battle rages between the chemical supervillains and the chemical secret agents. The most esteemed of these is one (OO)7, international dyeing agent of mystery. On one particularly hairy mission, he finds himself pitted against the evil genius of lore, Dr. Nitrogen Monoxide, who has set a devious trap in the form of an ordinary piece of white cloth. After falling through a cleverly placed mechanosensitive membrane protein, (OO)7 is shocked to find himself soaking in to a tightly bound mesh of cotton fibers. (He is, after all, a dyeing agent.) In desperation, he calls to his nemesis, "Do you expect me to talk, NO?" The villain only chuckles maniacally.
"No Mr. Dye, I expect you to bond."
(groan)
As far as I know, this joke can be considered public domain and did not originate from any known/copyrighted source, but it's been suggested that I point out that I did not actually write it. I heard the basic premise/pun from a friend of mine and embellished as I saw fit. | 
