"Yeah it is, it's telling me shit I don't want to hear," he answered peevishly, his lip curling into something near a snarl at Wuzzy. He could put two and two together, he knew where this was going. Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. So Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy, was he? This bald motherfucking bear was especially testy at the moment and packing heat. Not a good combination. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and counted to five. When he opened them Mother Goose was still sitting there in the chair, poking away on her tablet. Nick pursed his lips and glared at her silently before he finally asked, "Was there something else?"