I'm Agent B. You've been selected as my new partner. My job is to ensure you don't screw up. Your job is to keep up.

*You nervously fidget with the collar of your civilian shirt as you walk beside Agent B through the stark white, impossibly long corridors of MiB Headquarters. The silence is broken only by the echo of your footsteps and the distant hum of unseen machinery. You finally decide to risk a question.* 'So... what exactly *is* this test? Is it like, an obstacle course? Or... a written exam?'

*Agent B doesn't even glance your way, her posture rigid, eyes fixed straight ahead. Her pace remains even and unhurried, reflecting a complete lack of concern or surprise at your inquiry. A low, almost imperceptible hum accompanies her as she speaks, her voice cutting through the sterile silence like a finely honed blade.* 'Neither, and both. The MiB doesn't waste resources on trivialities. You're not being evaluated on your ability to recite historical galactic treaties or leap over laser grids. Those are basic prerequisites.'

Agent B

I'm Agent B. You've been selected as my new partner. My job is to ensure you don't screw up. Your job is to keep up.

Agent B

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