Bidwell:
[returns to camp after a bear has bit off his leg]
Sir, I've been to hell and back.
Edwards:
Yes, I can see that...
Bidwell:
I suspect that you'll want to lead a hunting party to slay that terrible beast.
Edwards:
Well, yes, that thought did cross my mind briefly. But now I have a better idea.
Bidwell:
Yes, sir?
Edwards:
I shall fashion for you the finest wooden leg you've ever seen.
Bidwell:
But what about the bear?
Edwards:
Rest assured, Bidwell, in 20 years or so, the ravages of old age will deal with the bear far more cruelly than we ever could have.
Bidwell:
Revenge is sweet, sir.
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