Temporary Relief

"Hey, look!" you shout narcissistically to Fred. "I've become a trim, normal werewolf."

Fred is unimpressed. "What the not-very-nice-word is a trim, normal werewolf?" he asks, eyeing you like something that just crawled out of a manhole. You fish for words but find none that satisfy you.

"I hate to interrupt your lovefest," he snaps, "but we still have an emergency to resolve. Now, are you going to get up and be useful, or shall I get going without you?"

Written by Joey Liverwurst

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