I Don't Really Know How These Got Here
I said that I was the saviour, you lunatics.
When I was 14, I had some mosquito bites that resembled the Big Dipper. This came in the midst of a minor obsession with the totemic significance of the bear. In my shamanistic delusion, I welcomed the appearance of the ursine constellation on my arm.
Happiness is the warm panoply of my messianic powers. I'll get around to saving the world when it suits me.
Best bear? Sir Iorek Byrnison.