You attempt to sever the neck of the bear with the key.

The head of the bear loosens. M comes out.

He inquires if you would kindly cut that the forget out before he has to kill you again.
He says to help yourself to the bear meat.

He mentions something about the laborious task of gutting a bear and living inside it for hours.
He flies away.

Sometimes you just have to point your gun at bitches to keep them in order.