The Right Wine

"Hold it!" you cry, your voice muffled by your beefy jowls. "You got it all wrong!"

"What's all wrong?" the werewolf snarls.

"The wine," you reply. "You never serve white wine with beef. It should be red wine."

The wolf stares at you, then at the wine bottle, then at you again. For a few agonizing moments, all is silent.

"Drat!" the wolf finally howls, hurling the steak knife across the hall. "You're right! And the wine cellar is at the other end of the castle!"

"Well, don't worry," you respond brightly. "I'll wait right here while you go ... OUCH!"

"Nice try," the wolf smirks, tugging painfully on your nose ring. "You're coming with me."

The wolf turns and continues down the hall, with you following reluctantly.

Oh, well, your plan wasn't a complete success, but at least you bought yourself some more time. What now?

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