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*These fooking storms, eh? Will they ever end?*

The Bear-Man grimaced as he pushed the door closed against another onslaught of wind and rain.

*Aye, it's pish alright. Global warming.*

I said with the certainty of a man who dresses his *Stormin Norman* to the left and has no time for hogwash.

*Global warmin, nah. It's just fookin Winter, man*

The Bear-Man growled like an old Alsatian with one testicle.

*Pfft.*

I jiggled my face in a *wubbly-wup* motion to show my disapproval.

The Bear-Man growled unhappily and prowled around his shop.

*Whatever it is. One thing is guaranteed.*

He stopped a couple of feet from me, his animal musk filling my nostrils.

It reminded me of the time my old granny thought she would make a pie out of a dead fox that she found.

We all wished we were dead that day.

*And what's this one thing that is guaranteed?*

I asked with a devilishly handsome raised eyebrow.

The Bear-Man tilted his chin up and looked at me defiantly.

*There are no easy answers.*

He uttered with much gravitas.

*Aye, that's true.*

I said bringing my eyebrow back down from is lofty heights in case too much devilry roused the Bear-Man's slumbering penis.

*It's a fact of life, isn't it? There are no easy answers.*

He stated pacing back and forth like a Roman Emperor of old delivering a speech to the senate before being stabbed till he was dead as fuck.

*I guess so.*

I muttered, attempting to return to my beer shelf browsing.

*Think about it and you will see... __THERE ARE NO EASY ANSWERS!__*

The Bear-Man's voice rose to a crescendo.

*Aye, alright then. There are no easy answers. I get it.*

I edged away from the Bear-Man who was clearly having an *unhinged* day.

*You get it do ya?*

The Bear-Man made this sound almost like a threat.

*Aye, I get it, there are no easy answers.*

I said with an air of exasperation.

*But what if I told you there were?*

The Bear-Man's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.

He reached under his weird serial-killer- like suede apron and pulled out a bright yellow can of beer.

*Ha!! I 'ad ya there! There __are__ Easy Answers!!*

I rolled my eyes till I was dizzy and accepted the can.

*Fuck sake, couldn't you just have said you were talking about a beer, instead of the pantomime?*

The *Bear-Man* laughed.

*Now where would be the fun in that!*