You become a bag of potato chips.

Yes a bag of chips, but thankfully you are still able to move. A fact of which, regardless of how weird and disgusted with yourself you feel, is a large relief. You just wished you had hands again. At least when you were a werewolf, that brief moment in time prior, you didn't have to deal with not having them.

You find yourself sitting on a large round table in what appears to be a kitchen. Only one that seems to be made for giants. Past a threshold that leads into another room, a pair of voices is heard. Though you are not sure exactly how, given you lack ears.

"Yeah this movie is great jenny, the best one all year. I'm gonna go grab a snack you want anything?"

Wait.. a Snack?

They mean you! what are you gonna do!!!

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