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So, one day, there were these two, fat waddly bears. They had no life, and ate pop tarts and honey all day long. Finally, after 3 hours of shoving honey down their fat throats, one bear whispered to the other,"Let's go out into the city." The other bear agreed.
The took a taxi into New York City, and everyone was staring at them. They didn't know what was wrong. The bears stopped on the manhattan bridge, looked down, and saw the water, 120 feet below. Now, we all know bears have good vision, and one bear saw a fish leap out of the water at a blinding speed. The fish was tempting the bear, because he was so hungry. The other bear told him not to jump and get the fish. But, he did anyway.
It was a long fall, and he started to veer over to where the rocks were. We all comprehend that it isn't the fall that kills you, it's the sudden stop at the end. The bear simply thought, as the wind rushed by his cute, furry little face,"I missed the fish! What ever will I do for dinner?"
*SPLAT*
He thought that no more.
The other bear quickly rushed down the side of the cliff where the dead, mangled bears body lay. His heart was impaled on a sharp rock, and it cracked his rib cage, exposing his innards. His lungs were still gasping for air, in the final seconds of life he had left. Blood filled his eyes in the place of tears, as the other bear looked at him longingly. "Bye bye." Said the bear, and he was gone.
Later, the other bear went to go see a doctor. "I do not feel well." She told the doctor. He told her that her mental damage was too great, after watching the whole incident, and that there was nothing he could do.
Later that night, she went home to her little cave, all alone, in the darkness of the night. "I could have done more,"she said, and slit her throat.
