The Syndicate

"You'll be pleased to know that these experiments are perfectly legal in half a dozen countries now, including Serbia." Jim Bob said, crossing his legs.

"I wouldn't listen to anything those bears tell you if I were you, now why don't you have a seat over there while I put on some tea." Uncle Jim-Bob said as he pointed at a giant white sofa.

"I come here for better people, better food." the bear replied.

Nadine tapped Dante on the shoulder and said, "There is no safe seat at the feast, take your best stab at the beast."

"I can't believe it!" Nadine huffed as they wandered into the secret chambear, "That bear has opposable thumbs and a jetpack!!!"

This was no bear costume; it was a real bear, one who had just finished a long and refreshing hibearnation and looked very hungry indeed.

I don't know if I can stop the bear puns now :P

She glanced back at Dante who was licking cucumber juice off his face and thought to herself, "what a cumbearsome fellow."

Nadine couldn't take this any longer, so she chucked a large cucumbear at Dante, hitting him squarely between the eyes.

Dante replied, "Just bear with me please."

But Nadine was generous, and she cut a portion from one of her tender loins for the platoon of paratroopers to share.

But that was ok, she knew a good doctor (who is definitely a doctor) who would be able to take a look at her inner thighs.

Nadine proceeded to tie her bedsheets to her bedpost, fling them out the window, and shimmy down them to ground level.

As Nadine's father told her when she was a lass, paratroopers descending from the sky this time of year can only mean one thing: the Soviets were coming.