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Imagine that you are between a mother bear and her cub. The cub is dead and, while you are not the one that killed it, the smoking gun is in your hand. Now imagine that the mother bear is literally armed to the teeth, having chainsaws for fangs, and shoulder-mounted rocket launchers that would make DooM’s revenants blush.
Now imagine a scenario 10 times worse than that.
It’s still not comparable to the anguish she will unleash upon you…
