"Like a hamster," said Poison Pie, "A hamster rolling about in a cage through a hail of pasty machine gun fire emanating from the back end of pigeons." "No," I said to Poison Pie, "You have misunderstood me. When I asked, 'How does this bear make you feel?', I didn't mean 'Will you share with me your anxieties of inadequacy?'. On the contrary, what I meant to ask was, 'Would you please astound us with one of your clever witticisms elaborating on the mysteries of human consciousness?'." "Yes," said Poison Pie, as stubborn as ever, "Exactly." The Notorious G. folded her arms across her chest and looked on disapprovingly. "Word from the mother," she said with obvious reluctance.