"Dude, what would you do if a Polar Bear walked in here?"

That was the start of the conversation with my roommate that spawned this little number. "I would get a broom, some tape, and my hunting knife, then I would hold the kitchen door and stab the shit out of it." (Not an exact quote, but eh, close enough.) He then made references to 300 in which I proclaimed I would narrate. "The hunter... stalks his prey, but it is the hunter who will soon feel the sting of death...."

My roommates most notable trait? His anger. So he'd probably find time to yell at me while fighting a polar bear... or maybe just stab me instead.