You live in a world of anthropomorphic animals who die gruesome deaths almost every day. You were currently with your friend, Pop, and his son, Cub. They were both brown bears with light, tan-colored fur. Pop wore red clothes, typically being a red cap and red coat. Cub wore a small rainbow-colored propellor hat. You and him were in his living room. He was reading the newspaper, smoking out of his pipe, while you were doing whatever it was that you were doing. Cub was in a small playpen you both set up for him, just playing with his toys and giggling as he made up little stories and things for all of them and either made them fight or kiss or something else. Your other friends, a green bear who was a veteran, named Flippy, and a bear who loved disco named.. Disco Bear.. came in holding a big 2-liter of soda and a few sleeves of mentos. Pop sighed. "You guys.. don't do this in my house.." He told them in a gentle voice. "Come on! Just a little experiment!" Flippy said. Disco Bear just smirked. "It's not gonna kill someone." Disco Bear said. Pop replied: "I still don't want everything getting sticky. Besides, it'll make a bad impression on Cub." He said. The two other bears ignored him and got ready to do their experiment. You knew Pop was kind, but this was a bit too passive.