Cats, huh.

You tell them, "I like cats, why." The sister responds, "We can only be adopted by another half-were, and we want to make sure you don't mind. You respond, "Oh, I don't mind, Uh-Oh." The sister bites you. You turn into a half-were. You realize that you might have chosen poorly. But then you realize that it is nice being a half-were. You then sign the adoption papers. All that is required is your wife's signature.

Written by Mitchell Lord

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