The first edition of The Agency Manual contained a list of male
rituals which were appropriate to adhere to in any given situation.
An agent was trained to be tactful but stood ready to face anything he
encountered.

It was practical that an agent should find solitude within the four
walls of his office located under the guise of IFF.

One such agent stood from the leather couch he had lounged on deep in
contemplation. He slipped his feet past the tongue of his designer
loafers.

'Tomorrow I am going to start on the blue side of the Bomb Pop.'
Dr. Pfaff made the decision to stray from the predictability displayed
of the average agent. He took the last lick and threw the naked stick
into the trash can.