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Fred attacks the bowl of kibble as though it were equipped to defend itself. You step back and wait to speak until he is halfway through with his meal. "So, how is it?" you ask, finally.
Fred snorts. "It's kibble. It's dry and not very flavourful, but it's better than nothing," he observes.
After a moment, you speak again. "Uh, thanks for not killing me," you stutter. "Are you a werewolf, and if so, how did you become one?"
Fred snorts again, and with more emotion this time. "What is this, a job interview?" he snarls. "Yeah, I'm a werewolf. That doesn't make it all right to lock me out of my own house, though, full moon or not. I pay my homeowner's insurance, just like anyone else."
You try to respond but succeed only in making a fish face. Fred scowls and continues.
"I became a werewolf the usual way," he confesses. "Through the Internet. There was a ring of web sites about that sort of thing, and I found a link with an old spell from Hungary. I remember that it was on page 101 of some interactive story, but the link apparently was disabled just hours after I found it. The site administrator probably didn't want a lawsuit."
Written by Joey Liverwurst