Fuck it, you’re already here so why not hang out with your new buddy Siegfried the store owner. He offered to let you drive his car, so you take him up on the offer. Sure your plan is now scrapped, but who gives a shit? You are a talking bear who’s about to go driving. With an eager yes you let Siegfried know that you’re ready to go and he throws you the keys. But seeing as how you don’t really have opposable thumbs you drop them. After a few attempts of picking them up Siegfried just gets them for you and walks over to his car.
As you approach the vehicle you get excited. Sure it’s not an RV, but it’s a… well you have no idea. “What is this,” you ask your new pal. “Well my good friend, I won the lotto some time back so I spent all the money on creating this out of spare parts. And now I own A FUCKING TANK!” he exclaimed. Siegfried just held the pose showing it off like one of those people on TV shows showing off the prize. Well you’re not too sure just what a tank is, but it looks sweet. Gladly you get inside and start it up. With an echoing roar the tank takes off a full speed down the road.
Eventually you make it into town as you drive through honking at all the humans. Siegfried looks on and laughs as he’s started drinking while playing with the cannon. Opening up the hatch you wave to all the on lookers. “Hi everyone,” you say. “Let’s be friends.” This causes everyone to panic seeing a bear drive a tank down the road is not something anyone is really used to seeing, more so if the bear is talking. As the town begins to panic you and Siegfried realize what exactly you have gotten yourselves into. It’s not before long that homeland security is upon you and stopped you with a roadblock. Since you can’t on good conscience run through harming humans and your buddy’s car you give yourself up.
They take you to the FBI headquarters nearby. You find yourself sitting in a dimly lit room with that one sided mirror wall like in the TV shows. They come in trying all sorts of tactics to get you to give them information on all sorts of things you don’t understand.
How are you going to handle the situation?
I’m not saying nothing you filthy cops. (4-A)
Okay… I’ll tell you what I know. (4-B)
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