"Oppressive incomprehensibility of reality," Poison Pie repeated. "Impressive, most impressive." Lynn had had enough of our dour philosophizing. "Poison Pie," she said, "You have started this bear-viewing expedition out on a sour note. Shame on you." Because he is an ornery son of a gun, Poison Pie flashed me a dirty look, like it was all my fault. Of course, I was blameless. An argument ensued. There was a guy sitting at the busstop across the street, observing the whole exchange. At the first opportunity, he shouted from his bench, "Y'all quit your bickering and git along, alright?" Quick as a flash, Poison Pie ran across the street and grabbed the guy with his catcher's mitt-sized paws, lifting him right off the ground. The usual fisticuffs ensued. Lynn and I promptly walked down the sidewalk, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. The Notorious G was heard to shout, "Dissing my peeps, huh? Bust a cap in his ass, Poison Pie!"