Damn you! Now there’s red wine all over my keyboard.
Stick or non- stick, makes a difference yanno 
And what if Yanni were playing the flute in the background, to inspire the bear and dismay the midgets? What then? Eh? Eh? Eh?
True, but a midget grizzly bear would out-cute a number of lady midgets.
I’d mention a grizzly bear cub, which pretty much sums up the definition of “cute”, except that this is a fight thread, and bear cubs are notoriously chicken.
So,
midget grizzly > midget woman > grizzly cub > chicken > midget chicken
But a midget grizzly bear cub can be easily picked up and punted.
Advantage: midgets.
Well, if you’re going to bring midget chickens into the deal, it changes everything. The midgets can just cook up the chickens, offer some to the grizzly, and then whack it on the head with the frying pan while it’s distracted.
How many midget chickens are we talking? I’d think it’d have to be an amount proportionate to the midget-bear fight. One midget does not make a bearslayer.
One midget bear is definitely chicken food.
Don King wins
Ah, quite so. They’re crafty strategists, those bear-fighting midgets.
How about a midget chicken versus a chicken midget? How would that one play out?
This actually happened. :eek:
Just once, in an underwater trench, in 1960.
Unarmed midgets would be so many meatballs to a grizly. Even one NOT trained in martial arts.
OTOH, midgets with RPGs…
How many times would they have to roll 1D12 to counteract the claws of the bear?
Gah…I can’t believe I referenced that. I never even PLAYED role playing games with dice.
The bear just doesn’t realize that everytime he kills one midget, he just creates a dozen more.
People, people! Clearly there’s only one winner in such a gruesome scenario:
The Terrorists.
…But if the bear is wearing one of those midget-proof suits, my money’s totally on him.
Yes. That’s Midget-proof. Not Midgets-proof. That’s a very profound distinction. The suit can stop one, but the rest of the rascals can just climb in and claw away at the bear’s meaty goodness.
This reminds me of a question either Paris Hilton or Nicole Richie asked on The Simple Life:
Who would win in a fight- a killer robot or a tiger with a machine gun?
That’s so second-edition. Nowadays, all rolls to determine whether something’s successful or not use a d20. d12s are only used for hit dice for barbarians and a few monsters, and damage from greatswords.
Just a friendly heads-up. Around these parts, we call them Quarter-Pounders with cheese.
Pass the mayonnaise, please. 
The midgets? Oh man, that’s gonna piss ‘em off enough to swing the balance. Now my money’s on a dozen pissed off quarter pounders with pans swingin’ for the fence.
Would the scalding cheese be a plus or a minus? Would it confuse the bear? What if the bear was ‘lactose-intolerant’? Would the incessant barfing be a hinderance, or would sprays of the acidic-spew melt the faces of the midgets…?