Or why the horror-movie closeups on twitchy hands.
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The take-away message seems to be that if someone is awkwardly trying to seduce you from two feet away while a fuzzy toy bear tells you in a male voice that he is as good a bedpartner as some human female, you are about to enter some kind of shock-induced fugue state that puts you in front of a church with the wonderful sense that it will all be okay.
But what did you do to the bear, you poor traumatized, possibly lobotomized, incredibly wooden person? What did you do with the bear?
Could she see the bear?