SirBearington, Lord of these fine establishments, Duke of the $5 footlong, He who shall always be named, Master of all that is sweet and savory. Our hero was born to the Lord and Lady of the third most prestigious family in all of the land. For the early years of his life, Sir Bearington had everything given to him due to his family’s status. Nothing was too grand. At the snap of his fingers, the finest cheeses would be brought to him on a silver platter. This was definitely the high life, however, Sir Bearington’s life was about to take a drastic turn. From what he could remember, the opera went well. The crowd seemed to enjoy it, but being 8 years old, Sir Bearington just didn’t see the appeal and was actually quite afraid of the characters on the stage. Seeing their distraught son, Lady and Lord Bearington decided it was a good time to leave. To be as little of a hindrance to the other opera attendees, the Bearingtons chose to leave through the back alley door. As they walked through the alley, they were approached by a Chill looking Joe who appeared to be holding a weapon of some sort. He demanded the Bearingtons hand over their valuables, and when they refused, he raised his gun. Lord Bearington then lunged at the assailant and mauled his face off. Because, you know, he’s a bear. That’s what bears do. Bears don’t take no crap from nobody. The end.