He knew immediately that this had been a truly terrible idea. An idea on par, perhaps, with stripping naked, covering himself with honey, and politely requesting a bear to fight him. Preferably while drunk, and declaiming insults about the bear’s mother. Who had probably been a perfectly charming lady of the ursine persuasion. His brain continued to provide helpful commentary on the nature of fighting bears and absolutely none of the carefully constructed questions he’d decided on before he started this completely insane course of action.
