"Excellent!" The General rubbed his two massive palms together. "There is another trench two miles from here. The enemy is lurking there. Sneak over there and gather all the information you can! Count their soldiers, their weapons, their ammunition, find out if they're getting reinforcements and what they had for dinner and so on. After the briefing, we'll throw you in front of the enemy line. I hope you'll do a good job!
Well, that won't be so difficult, thought Toney. He told the General that it was all right, he'd do it, but if possible, they shouldn't throw him over, he would rather walk on his own feet, because he didn't want to hurt himself.
"Well, Toney, my boy, before you go, let's have a toast! What would you like to drink?" the general asked, delighted to have recruited someone.
"Oil tea."
The general pressed a button on his desk and called out to his assistant.
"Dear Siri, please bring a cup of oil tea for our kind guest! And for me, the usual... uh... tea, you know..."
Toney raised his hand timidly.
"If possible, I'd like it swirled, not stirred."
"Did you hear that, Siri? Swirled, not stirred."
"Got it, boss," came the voice from the loudspeaker.