Dueling Monsters

"Boy, are you forgetful!" scoffs Paul. "We just were talking about the hair on those paws of yours, back on page 702, and now you act as though you just noticed it for the first time! Not that it's anything to be ashamed of. My Uncle Fred has women chasing after him day and night. Werewolves are almost never lonely."

Offended by the vampire's attitude, you slap him in the face. "I'm not used to being a freak," you snarl, "and I don't appreciate punks like you telling me how to run my love life."

"Temper, temper!" scolds Paul. "You may not like it, but you're one of us now, and a werewolf without a pack is a sorry sight. Be nice, and I'll find you something to eat while your claws grow in. Otherwise, you can starve, for all I care." Grinning devilishly, he disappears into the kitchen.

Written by Joey Liverwurst

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