"Okay! Okay...just calm down. It's right this way." you say.
You turn around and begin to walk down the path you were just on, with the werewolf following you and breathing down your neck. You wish you could run away, but you already know that the werewolf will quickly grab you and stuff you into his mouth, so you decide against the decision. After walking for about a half hour, you arrive at a late night butcher shop that looked like it had just closed down.
The werewolf's stomach growled and you realize that he has begun drooling heavily after you feel drops of slobber land in your hair. He laughs evilly and gets on all fours, ready to run into the butcher shop and ravenously eat all of the meat.
"Wait!" you shout.
"What?"
"You can't go in there! My manager is working the graveyard shift. What happens when he sees a giant werewolf?"
"Don't worry. I won't chew his body when I eat him."
"How about...I go buy the meat for you and deliver it to you? Then you can let me go home and everybody is happy."
The werewolf growled gutturally at you, still thinking that you might decide to betray him.
"You better not take too long or I'm gonna have to come inside myself."
The werewolf shoves you into the road and you begin to run to the butcher shop. You open the door and walk up to the counter, greeting your boss who's still wearing his white hat and bloos-stained white apron.
"Hey, Jonny. How's it going? I thought I said your shift ended an hour ago."
"I forgot something though..."
"What?"
You looked around at all the fridgerated hunks of meat and try to decide how much of it you need.
"Can you get me some bacon and sausage and that brisket over there?" you ask.
"You wanna eat all this meat this late at night?"
"I need protein! I'm trying to bulk up when I work out."
"Alright, how many pounds of sausage?"
"Thirteen."
You and your manager awkwardly stare at each other for a while.
"You want thirteen pounds of sausage???"
"And twenty pounds of bacon, yes. And seven of those briskets."
"...Is something going on Jonny?"
"No. Why?"
"Cause there's a giant werewolf standing next to the window looking at you."
You turn around and see the werewolf with his nose on the window, drooling like crazy and smiling devilishly.
"You have to help me. That werewolf is trying to kill me!" you say is desperation.
"I can hear you, y'know!" yelled the werewolf from outside.
"That werewolf is trying to kill me." you whisper.
"I can still hear you!"
"Damn those pointy Lycan ears of his!"
You suddenly begin to mouth the words to your manager.
"That werewolf--"
"Even though I can't hear you, I can tell by the way your cheek bones are rising and falling what you're saying."
You punch the manager in the face and throw yourself over the counter so the werewolf can't see or hear you.
You suddenly begin to whisper in his ear.
"That werewolf is trying to kill me! I need as much meat as I can carry so he'll leave me alone. If I don't, he'll come in here and eat me; maybe you too."
"What?! I'll be damned if I let a dog eat me!"
Both of you look up over the counter and realize that the werewolf is standing right next to both of you.
"How did you get in here?!"
"You left the door open." said the werewolf.
"Oops."
"OOPS?!!" yelled your manager.
The manager suddenly grabbed a meat cleaver and waved it in the werewolf's face.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"We don't get another supply of meat for two months! If he eats all of the food, we'll go bankrupt!"
The werewolf lashed at your manager's meat cleaver and it goes soaring out the window, leaving him defenseless.
"Oh God..."
The situation is getting way out of hand. The werewolf is about to eat your manager. You don't hate him; in fact, he's one of your friends and the only boss that doesn't treat you like crap. You should at least try to convince the werewolf to let him go. On the other hand, if your boss goes free, he might start spreading rumors. He could tell the cops about a werewolf sighting and things could get out of control and wind up biting you in the ass (literally). Your manager could easily be written off as collateral damage.
"Jonny? A little help here?"
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