Mr Bear applies for a job as a cleaner at a pub, and is interviewed inside the establishment.
Publican: What's you name, son?
Mr Bear: I am Mr Bear. Grrrrrrr!
With that, Mr Bear bends down, takes a huge bite out of the counter, chews it up and swallows loudly.
Publican: And where do you stay?
Mr Bear: I live in the woods. Grrrr!
Publican: Do you have any cleaning experience?
Mr Bear: Yes, certainly. I worked at the carwash.
Publican: Do you have a criminal record?
Mr Bear: Of course not! Grrrr!
Publican: And do you abuse drugs, Mr Bear?
Mr Bear: Never have, never will.
Publican: Then ... what about the barbiturate?