Wolfie

As you try to look past your sea of fat blubbery rolls, you notice a single cookie residing in one of the folds of your stomach. You take it out, and eat it. You start to feel like something is happening, as you take off your tent like clothes. You burn a few pounds off as you transform not into a Werewolfer, but a very morbidly obese Werewolf; the only way that it becomes recognizable, is tht you see a plate of food right outside of the cell, & you do not try and attack it. Now what, because even though you have always been at least a hundred pounds overweight, it was never like this. As you turn around, the answer to your problem is right in your cell........

Written by Wolfie Lycin

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