[That's a hint of an animal lover in Lawrence Dimick, at least animals that aren't house cats. Panthers, tigers, lions, those beasts are respectable in his book, so Freddy gathers from personal experience. The climbing wildcat never did him wrong, it's an excellent anchor.]

I meant the bears. You get those antlers stuck in some clothesline and you're home free, but bears? Shit I don't know if I could handfeed one of those bastards.

[Who isn't named Mr. White anyway. Hey check out the new visitor on the kid who is completely unaware that a giant fucking spider has decided to perch on his shoulder.]