The beast, that wears a monocle and top hat, is actually a fabricated alter ego of my long time friend Big Ben. He would always come crashing through the house, rubbing against the walls without fault like a destructive juggernaut. It amused me at times, reminding me somewhat of King Kong or Baloo from the Jungle Book. One day he surprisingly appeared from behind some plentiful tree branches, like some kind of mythical creature. The homie called him Bearilla and the name stuck forever more. This is my interpretation of such instances and certain personality traits that Big Ben would exhibit.