Charlie began to take very deep breaths.
"Okay," he said.
"Okay," he said again.
"Shut up!" Greg told him, after the fifteenth time.
"Well, you seem comfortable"
"Comfortable?" Greg yelled, "Look at me!"
"I mean," Charlie groaned, "It's still you in there. You're talking alright and your personality is, obviously, fine. You're only a bear on the outside"
Greg grunted. That was as close to "Sorry" he would get.
"Let's just think," Charlie opted for his standard tactic, "Things like this don't just happen"
Greg was suddenly hit by an idea. The more he considered it, the more it seemed to make sense.
"It was the hooker!"
"What?" Charlie sniped.
"She must have thrown a magical potion on me! Or something. That was what the bottle was!"
"Don't be ridiculous"
"Oh, I guess that is pretty far fetched," Greg conceded, "By the way, donate me to a zoo. I doubt I'll survive too long in the wild"
"Alright, it's a possibility"
"So all we do is find her and get her to take her magic off me!"
"Greg..."
"And we know where she's stayin'! It must be near the Park!"
"Greg, you're talking crazy. We can't just go on a quest to find some alleged witch"
"I don't know if you've noticed, Charlie, but I'm a bear. Haven't things already gotten a little crazy?"
Charlie said nothing.
"Come on, man! Let's find her! What have we got to lose?"