"Oops. Did I do that?"

You get a towel and, apologising wildly, you try to mop up the worst of the man's blood.
"I'm sorry," you explain, "it was just, well, you were trying to tear my throat out, and I did what I could to survive. I didn't really intend to...you know...*hurt* anybody"
"It's okay," the guy says, "I was out of order. I shouldn't have used an excuse like that just to get myself some warm, tender human meat. From this day forth I'll live humbly and will never prey on the weak again. I'm a changed man."
As he says this, you begin to find it harder and harder to hold the towel. This could be due to your fingers shortening so dramatically, or the strange impulse which is causing you to drool at the sight of prey.

Written by Cassidy

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