The sacrificing of the bear was wrong. That poor bear, whose name was Clyde, he had a family. Clyde's wife is at home now, staring at the empty spot on the couch, where Clyde the bear would sit, where he would drink bottles of whiskey and shout random political slogans. And what about Clyde Jr.? Whose gonna raise Clyde Jr. now? His mother? Christ, she's addicted to Xanax and can't remember not to piss in her pants half the time.
Oh, I hope Pill is happy with herself. Killing Clyde, man, that wasn't cool. But she has to live with her terrible deeds.
He was not a nice bear anyway, he was a gangster and killed many a good people, he was the kind that if you just looked at him the wrong way he would shoot you with out even saying a word, it was a good dead.
Killing Clyde may or may not have been the right thing to do...I just don't know right now. But anyone who looks that good covered in teddy blood just is plain hawt.
