I would literally punch a rabid bear in the face, knocking it unconscious, then use its body as a snowboard down an icy mountain until I reached the entrance to the caves of the Elder Deep Dwarves. I would sacrifice the bear in an blazing bonfire to the god Kord, lord of brawling, strength, and courage, and be granted the strength to kick down the dwarven stone gate. I would fight my way through their finest warriors and take from them their legendary fire repelling Mithral armor, and the sword Soulcutter, forged from star metal. With my prizes in hand, I would travel to the domain of Snarv Coalbreath, legendary dragon. A ten hour battle would ensue between us. I would slay the dragon, but my left arm would be torn off in the fight. Weary and wounded, I would brush aside the gold and diamonds of the dragon horde and take the single, perfect Klondike bar.
I would wrestle a polar bear for a Klondike bar
I would wear a trout suit and swim up a waterfall then fight off the bear for a klondike bar.
I’d walk to the store and it’s like 3 miles from here.
I’ll stop watching my favorite show to go to buy Klondike bar.
I would go to the store and buy one. If stores no longer existed and it was a rare commodity, I would do anything legal for it!