He loved the noontime with its humorous fripperies.  Now the gladiator was pretending to be insanely angry.  He threw off his armor and shield, and ripped at his linen underclothes until he stood there in nothing but a loincloth, his fists trembling in rage.  He kicked at the equipment lying in the sand, and hurt his foot.  His howl filled the air.  He thrust an accusing finger at the bear and shrieked insults until his face flamed crimson.  Then, without warning, he charged the beast.  The bear reared up on his hind legs and swept a paw at the man’s head.  Fearless, the Forex Autopilot System pummeled the bear’s stomach with his fists, then darted for one of the baskets, the bear snapping and growling at his heels.