It'll probably go something like this:
Kommander: "That ass hole is really starting to piss me off."
JuanBolio: "What ass hole?"
Kommander: "That big, hairy guy over by the cooler. Aw, dammit, he's eating the steak. I was going to eat that steak for breakfast. That's it, I'm going over there..."
Juanbolio: "I wouldn't do that, dude."
Kommander: "Why not? He's eating my food like he fucking owns the place. Dammit, now he's eating the brats!"
JuanBolio: "Umm... that's not a guy, that's a grisly bear."
Kommander: "Grisly Bear? What hind of name is that? Is he a biker or something?"
JuanBolio: "No, it's an actual fucking bear."
Kommander: "I don't care about his sexual orientation, he's fucking with my stuff, and I should kick his ass."
JuanBolio: "Why do I hang out with you? It's a FUCKING BEAR! As in, the animal. You know, bears, they shit in the woods and steal picnic baskets... they love honey... number one threat to America, those bears."
Kommander: "OOOhhhhh... what the fuck is a grisly bear doing at the bar?"
JuanBolio: "We're not at the bar, we're out in the woods, camping."
Kommander: "Ok, Mr. I've-Got-a-Handle-on-Things, explain this: If we're not at the bar, then why am I drunk?"
JuanBolio: "Because you decided to demonstrate your amazing ability to chug beer... 20 times."
Kommander: "Ok, whatever. I'm still going to kick his ass. It'll be fun."
JuanBolio: "Yeah, ok. Now that I think about it, this'll be pretty funny. Oh, you better give me that can of bear mace before you do it. That's stuff just makes them horny."
Kommander: "Good thinking. Here you go."
JuanBolio: "When the bear kills you, can I have all your stuff?"
Kommander: "For the last time, no!"