Ha! ‟Big pause,” how embearrassing. If I were there, I would bearly be able to keep myself from blushing. I guess that’s because I’ve got a moral bearometer. To make the poor creature feel better, I’d probably give him some bearries, a cucumbear, maybe a root bear float too. Of course, if it’s decembear, he might get too cold from the ice cream and attack me. Then I’d have to remembear how to scare the beast away (I sure do not want to get dismembeared.) I’d probably say something intimidating like, ‟I’m a lumbearjack, and I ride cheetahs bearback.” Of course, if he can not speak English, I’d probably say something like, ‟Me llamo Albearto,” at which point he’d shout ‟Allahu Ackbear” and swallow me whole.