When I was your age, I raided the fridge so often that Dad and Mom thought a baby bear was loose on the Upper West Side.
It's time for you to forage for berries for us in the kitchen.
Here are your instructions for the mission:
1. Speak to no one.
2. If apprehended, admit nothing.
Let me spin you some theme music.
From here on out, you go by "Bear Bear."
And.....GO!
Break LEFT, Bear Bear!
No, man! AWAY from the table - the kitchen is the other way!
Hard left, George!
Clearly, the rookie is still too green.
You heard it here first: I'm coming out of retirement for the next mission.
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