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But is he tame?

"Listen, I'm sorry if I snapped at you before," confesses the bellboy.

You genuinely are touched by his apology. "Don't worry about it," you say, ashamed to have questioned his motives on the basis of his appearance.

"I guess I just let things get to me all at once," he explains. "All month, I've kept everything bottled up. My girlfriend left me for a biker, and then my neighbours turned me in for an expired licence. Something about that whistle just made me snap. It wasn't right."

You smile, only to look up and notice that the bellboy either has changed further or simply shredded his clothing to accentuate the changes. He sits running his claws down the legs of his trousers, revealing more hair than a normal man would have on his legs. Elsewhere, his eyebrows have fused into one continuous mass of bristles, and his jaws no longer seem capable of accommodating all of his teeth. You gasp, but softly enough that he does not hear you.

"So, you in for some food?" he barks. "I can't decide what I want. All I know is, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. You got any suggestions?"

Written by Joey Liverwurst

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