Kerry spring

You quickly gulp down one of the cans... zero effect.

The wolf enters the room and bites your leg.

"Arghhhhh......"

As he drags you into the kitchen, you begin to feel that you deserve this agonising pain for being so stupid to think a can of holy water could help.

"Why have you put me in the kitchen?"

"Well" says Fred, "I can hardly get blood on my good rug. Besides, you need a bit of salt."

Written by Ed (edited by phaedrus)