Pff, a bear doesn't stand a chance against me. I eat bears for breakfast. I maul them to death with my bare hands. I've killed dozens of bears. Sadly, the park service seem to look down on my heroics, but that's their problem. Hmm. I'll kill the bear, make a bear-costume out of a few leaves sticks, sell the pelt on the black market for money and feast with Greased, threatening to maul him if he doesn't fetch my beer for me. And then I'll maul him anyway, and use his bones to carve a primitive club with which to beat Sama senseless. Heh heh heh. I'm so cunning.