I guess you're right.

[Puzzled, she looked over at the bear monster who was trying to slog to its feet.] Well I guess if it's a teddy bear then...

[She picked up a piece of broken glass and charged it. Three slices, and the stitching was coming apart, as she threw it into it's back, cutting the monster open. It didn't make a pained scream, more like a questionable rumble -- and then fell apart into a lifeless ball of fluff.]

Well... I had a feeling it was made of fluff and stuff. Oh god I just killed Winnie the Pooh.