Agent Garbo, the secret agent extraordinaire, After seeing their culinary exploits, you can only stare, In wonder as your stomach begins to rumble, I have to try some, you angrily grumble, Marching out into the pouring rain, No umbrella or jacket, a tad insane, Lightning crackles as you begin your climb, Turning into a desperate dash as you check the time, Up mountains and through valleys until, You reach a modest building called Garbo's Grill,

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