The cave was dark and the sweater I was wearing itched a little. It was woven out of gold and kryptonite and I wouldn’t have been wearing it, but Mermaidy, Queen of Mermaidia had just knitted it for me and was very enthusiastic about me wearing it.
I raised my torch above my head, its light piercing the darkness like the screams of a newborn baby pierce the night.
Suddenly I heard a roar. I spun around just in time to see a 10-foot-tall bear smack me across the face and send me flying. I tasted blood and iron. Apparently the bear had machine guns for hands. Recovering quickly, I quickly recovered. Quickly.
Then I whipped it out. My rocket-propelled chainsaw launcher, that is.
“Your momma was a bear too,” I said. Then my finger pulled the trigger, because I told it to, with my brain. The chainsaw tore the bear’s head clean off. The hulking hairy body dropped to the cave ground, no longer moving or hitting me.
It was dead. Also a bear. With machine guns for hands.

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