is forfeit. "I give," you say as you fall on your back in defeat.
The werewolf cheers for himself since he won. "WOOOOOO! YES! I WIN! I AM THE ULTIMATE FART MACHINE!" He blasts one last fart to celebrate. This fart sounded and smelled completely horrible, mostly because he crapped his pants (on purpose). "Hey, that was pretty fun, wasn't it?" he asks you.
You sigh in anger. "If by fun you mean kept up late on my way home from work, being threatend to play a game or die, being threatend to LOSE a game or die, having to smell your farts for the past hour, and HAVING YOU TAKE A CRAP IN YOUR PANTS IN FRONT OF MY FACE, then oh yeah, this was like a freakin' PICNIC!
After a moment of silence, the werewolf can tell you are truly angry. He doesn't seem the slightest bit to care.
"Well, you certainly aren't the joke type are you? he asks dumbly.
You've basically given up on life as you know it. "You know what, I don't want live anymore so why don't you just go ahead and eat me already." you say.
"Oh, about that..." the werewolf starts. He bends down on his knees in order to level with you. "I'll let you go if you do me a favor."
You thank God multiple times in your head. You think to yourself...
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