Dejected, you stumble home and toss the gift in the corner. Somehow that doesn't seem like quite enough, though. With the depraved and strangely cheerful narrator egging you on (something must be done, he says), you pick up the discarded gift and head out through the front door. Nearby, a campfire crackles and pops. You toss the gift into the flames, watch them consume it even as the rage inside your fuzzy head builds toward a breaking point. Then you do what any reasonable teddy bear would do: you pick up a stout metal pipe and you start looking for your first victim.