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"Could I have something to drink, please?" you ask. You are not especially thirsty, but you figure that stalling will not hurt, even if it proves unnecessary down the road.
"Oh, yeah," Jason replies. Then he smiles. "You can have something to drink," he says, "but whether or not you may is another story altogether." Just what you need . . . a smart-aleck werewolf. At least it shows that he has relatively human things on his mind. If only his teeth weren't so sharp, he'd look almost friendly. Or tame, perhaps. "Help yourself to something from the refrigerator," he offers.
You open the door and are relieved at the sight of a normal refrigerator interior. There are no dead bodies, just the usual mealtime staples. You find a tropical fruit-juice blend and pour yourself a tall glass of it.
"That's new," Jason tells you. "Do they have starfruit where you're from?"
You genuinely appreciate his attempt to make friends, such that you no longer feel like a prisoner on death row. "Yes, but it's not very common," you answer. "It's also called carambola."
"Ca-ram-bo-la," Jason gurgles through five-inch fangs.
Written by Joey Liverwurst (edited by phaedrus)