Bad Timing

You try to click on "Werewolves in History." Unfortunately, you manage instead to knock the mouse on the floor. You lift your hand and realize that it is becoming more and more pawlike by the minute. Already, your fingers are fusing together, and your thumb seems to have moved up your arm to roughly where your wrist normally would be.

Taking a hint, you slip out of your shoes and lie down on the floor. Already, your clothes are becoming very uncomfortable, and your vision is changing, somehow. You try to curse your luck, but the words come out as an inhuman grunt. You move toward the telephone, only to realize that you have no one to call and probably can't communicate through speech, anyhow. Then, a wonderful idea comes to you!

Written by Joey Liverwurst (edited by phaedrus)

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