Agent 1: "He's about to type his password. Here we go... 1...2..3..A..B..C"
Agent 2: "I feel like we could have figured this out with brute-force"
Agent 1: "Wait! He's on the move. ..no he was just scratching his balls. ... Judging from the sound of it, I'd say he hasn't trimmer his balls for a long time."
Agent 2: "The AI picks up at least 15cm long strands, and some breadcrumbs. 50% rye, 50 wheat. Is that nutella and ketchup?"
Agent 1: "Dear God, what a freak".
Agent 2 takes note. "He's basically a sex offender at this point"
The future is now.