[ now that’s not very nice
of him to say! does he
not think before he speaks?
the mechanisms within
a stuffed suit kick-start,
and the bears mouth
falls agape, head snapping
to attention — small pupils
locked on the intruder. ]
❝w҉e͢l̖̮̺̠͔͔c̱̼̩̻̥͜o̗̺m̱̝̣̬͓͉e͇͇̗ͅ ͇̀ͅt̸̟͚͇o̯̼͓̱͕̼ ̘̺̝̦f̶̻̬̮̰̭̖̖r͟èd̥͚̤̩͞d̟̙̭͔͍̤y̝͕̦’̞͜s͍̥̹̼!͉̤̦͚̝̱́❞
“Jesus Christ–!”
[ With a startled yelp, he jumps back, hands
rising almost comically in what’s supposed
to be a defensive position. Once he realizes
that the bear was merely reciting its lines
and not, in fact, talking to him, he relaxes
ever so slightly, letting out a nervous, broken
laugh before clearing his throat. ]
"I thought they were supposed
to turn these things off at night.“