“Alright I’ll take the job, just tell me where its at.” You say.

After Erik gives you the information, you ride your Harley to the studio.

When you arrive on the set, you see a bunch of snot nosed wolflings hanging around trying to look “tough”. Some of them are in human form, but you can smell them for who they truly are though. These cubs today, you swear they would’ve never lasted back in the old days. All flash and nothing to back it up. (Though you don’t mind looking at the young females that are there) That’s why they hang out in packs. You never did that even when you were young. You were always a lone wolf.

“Hey who’s the fossil?” one of them asks.
“Hey Grandpa, the remake of Old Yellow is next door!”

This causes a howl of laughter from all of them, until you confront the one who said it. Probably the leader no doubt. Not even in wolf form. Pathetic.

“I’m going to give you time to transform into a more adequate fighting form before I neuter you.” You calmly explain.
“You? You’re like 300 years old! I could take…”

Can’t say you didn’t give him a chance.

You immediately pounce on him, knocking him down while clamping your jaws on his face and digging your fangs in.

“HOLY SHIT DUDE!” one of them shouts.
“Oh my god he’s killing him!” a female screams.
“Get him off of him, get him off of him!”

While them all attempt to pull you off of their leader you hear a familiar voice that gets your attention.

“Well, I see Erik passed my script over to you, good. I’m also glad to see you’re still as anti-social as usual Wolf.” Mary says as you finally get off of your misguided heckler and approach her. She still looks the same, though she looks a lot better now that she got rid of that hair style she used to have and dyed it blonde.
“Just re-establishing the proper hierarchy, nothing more.”
“Hmm, always the Alpha Male, that was what I always loved about you. So primal. Maybe later I can dress in a little red cloak and we can reenact a fairy tale.”
“Some fairy tale, as I remember you loved a lot of beings.”
“Hey I can’t help who I am. I was created this way.”
“Just like Frankie eh?”
“Don’t you compare me to that sicko! Yes we are controlled by our genetics to a certain degree, but as you damn well know I rose above them! I made my own identity. I’m a successful director and writer now, so what if I have a healthy sexual appetite? There’s nothing wrong with that, I’m sure you’d agree given all the beings you had your way with before, after and DURING your marriage!”
“Look never mind all that. I got a real problem with this film.” You say side stepping her correct accusation.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“What’s wrong with it? Are you kidding me? It sucks! It makes a mockery of werewolves! You even named one of them fucking Benji!”
“Well comedy is popular now. Plus children like monsters just as long as they aren’t too scary, so I was hoping to make it a family film.”
“ARRGH! I don’t DO family films! This is insulting and demeaning!”
“How? Come on Wolf. In most horror movies you’ve made you always got killed in the end by a human, how was that any less demeaning?”
“Because at least I was portrayed as feared monster that killed a bunch of people! I can play ball with the humans and their idealistic notion of good always having to overcome evil and all that…but THIS! This makes me into a fucking joke! I can’t even believe you of all people wrote this…no wait I can. You fucking undead don’t have any consideration for anyone, but yourselves.”
“You know I’m technically not even undead, I’m created from several dead bodies. I’m more of a golem.” Mary attempts to correct you.
“Who gives a shit, you’re still basically a walking corpse, and your flesh is dead. You’re Undead in my book.”
“You know for someone who hasn’t been able to find a job in months and is basically just rotting away in his little cabin, you’d think that you’d be a little more appreciative. I wrote this with you in mind you hairy bigoted asshole!”

You don’t know whether to take that as an insult or as an attempt for her to try to make amends for the past.
> You continue to talk with Mary
Eh, you let it slide this once, Mary can’t really help being so ignorant of a Werewolf’s pride, she’s just a fucking patchwork of corpse parts, besides you need the money from this job, and who knows, maybe you can jump start your career again…

But there’s still no way you’re going to play in this movie the way it is! Time to turn on that charm.

“Mary, look I know you mean well and all, but come on, you can’t seriously expect me to play this character! It’s insulting! Make it a comedy if you must, but make a dark one at least, not some family shit. Maybe I’m some fucking relic of the past trying to hold on to days gone by, but just about all I got left in this shitty world is my balls and my pride and I’m not losing either of them!”

Mary stares at you a bit, then she addresses the wolfings.

“Alright you guys that’s a wrap for today! I’ll call you back when I need you, there’s going to be some script rewrites, and before someone bites my head off, don’t worry nobody’s lost their jobs.”

After the set is completely clear, Mary addresses you and strokes your facial fur.

“That was a very passionate little speech you just gave, and almost halfway civilized for you. I especially liked the part about your balls.” At this point she gently caresses the twins with her other hand. “Mmm yes, I don’t think I’d like you to lose those either, or THIS!”

At this point Mary grabs your big fully erect dick.

“How about you and I discuss those script changes now, Wolfie?”
“Alright, but its going to be hard for you to talk with your mouth full…”

Four hours later, you and Mary have expended your sexual energy and are in a more talkative mood.

“…and that’s how I think the movie should go.” You finish explaining.
“Actually that’s not a bad idea; I’ll certainly incorporate some of the changes you suggested. See, and that’s why you’ll always hold a place in my heart, Wolfie.” Mary says lying next to you.
“Well, the patchwork heart that was given to you anyways Mary.”
“Damn Wolf, you were doing so well there for awhile and you revert right back to asshole mode.”
“It’s a gift.”
“Hmm, it’s also why you’re all alone.”
“So what? I’ve always been a loner.”
“And you’re happy living like that?”
“Its worked pretty well so far, don’t see any reason to change now.”
“Oh come on, surely you’d like someone around as opposed to the fast ass girls I hear you still bed every now and then.”
“What? You mean like a wife? Yeah right! Tried that remember, you were part of the reason why I ultimately got divorced…ah fuck it. I was having problems with that bitch and fucking around on her before we started seeing each other. Nobody’s fault except my own for being stupid enough for getting married in the first place.”
“Well maybe you just made the wrong choice in woman…”
“No, I didn’t. I made the wrong choice period. I wasn’t meant to be married, and it’s not the idea of just fucking one female forever, I just value my freedom too much.”
“Well I don’t see how you can be happy without someone special in your life.”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Mary what is with you getting all into my fucking business? What about you? You ain’t married and you seem to be doing alright! …Or are you trying to tell me something?”

Mary looks at you with a solemn expression on her face and touches your hand.

“Wolf, things are different for me now. I spent years searching and while I’ve had lots of exciting and pleasant experiences in my life, but I’ve never felt as close to someone as I have during our time together. I might be made up of parts, but I’ve always felt a piece was missing when I wasn’t with you. No matter where I was, you were always in my mind.”
“Oh so that’s what this is huh? You’re feeling that something is missing in your existence so you figure you can just waltz back into ol’ Wolf’s life because hey he doesn’t have anything going on and pick back up where we left off? Fuck that, I can say you literally and figuratively screwed the pooch on that one, baby. You ended up running off with that half a fag Dracula while I was getting all my shit taken away from me by my bitch ex-wife and sued by your goddamn no talent father!” you say and move your hand away.
“It was a confusing time for me Wolf! You know how I was, I had all these hormones injected into me and I was initially created for the sole purpose of being a sex toy! Yes, I managed to overcome, but I couldn’t fight all of my initial feelings, I was also so curious about everything and anything! Dracula was a well traveled person and yes he WAS charming, I learned a lot while I was with him. I saw the world and more. You think I wanted to leave you? I loved you! Yes and I know you find that hard to believe that something Undead is capable of love, but I LOVED you!”
“Oh yeah, well if you loved me so fucking much, why the fuck did you leave?”
“Because I had to! You were stuck in your own little world, never wanting to mix with anyone, never wanting to do anything that didn’t interest you, I’m a social being! I need to be around people. I don’t know, maybe its because I was originally made to just stay locked in that fucking castle for that sicko Frankie and I spent so much time alone that I never wanted to be alone again. If stayed with you EVEN after your divorce and mine, I would’ve been trading a neglective mate, for an overly possessive one. Come on Wolf I know you. You would’ve been alienating everyone who looked at me with a hint of attraction. I had to let you go so I could be independent and find myself.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re the fucking victim as always right Mary? Tell someone who gives a shit. Fuck this, I’m not working on this movie with you, I don’t care what rewrites you do. I’m out.”

You storm off, but as always Mary gets the last word.

“I can’t be a victim, because you’ve already taken that job! You carry a chip on your shoulder the size of Gibraltar and act like the goddamn World owes you something, well it doesn’t! You can’t let shit go! It’s why you’re all by yourself! Okay Wolf, fuck me then, I was no good fucking cheating bitch that did you wrong. Fine. You talk to any of your children lately? At least the ones you know about? You got fucking sons and daughters Wolf and you’ve alienated ALL of them with your inflexibility and assholiness! Even Lawrence, who you once were so proud of remember? He was following in your footsteps remember? But what happened? He disappointed you by following his heart instead of YOUR bigotry!”

The name “Lawrence” is one you haven’t heard in a long time and one you hoped you’d never hear again. You have to stop yourself from seriously damaging Mary for even mentioning him. Instead you just slowly turn around and attempt to calm yourself.

“Mary, you will NOT fucking utter that name again. He’s fucking dead to me. You got that? He’s as fucking dead as your fucking flesh! He’s not a son, he’s not a relative, he’s not a friend!”
“Yeah, I knew you’d say something like that, I told LAWRENCE that when we talked the last time and it’s so sad because he’s always just wanted your approval.”

What the hell? What is Mary doing talking to your fucking no good disappointment of a son who dishonored the family by marrying Irena…one of the Cat People.
> You question Mary
Your interest is overriding your loathing; you decide to question Mary further.

“What the fuck are you doing talking to Lawrence?”
“It’s not like he’s a complete stranger to me you know, we did meet several times on the set when you and I were seeing each other. We got along remember?”
“Yeah, I remember, so what, were you fucking him too at the time?”
“(Sigh) No Wolf, though I wouldn’t have minded that since he was less of an asshole and a more open minded sort than you! In fact had he not been so in love with Irena, I might’ve tried, but I saw theirs was a true love and I wasn’t going to break that up…”
“Hold just a goddamn minute! He told YOU about Irena before me?! You were keeping secrets from me?!”
“No! In fact I was the one who told him to tell you about Irena because I knew you’d find out eventually, though he should’ve picked a better time than in the middle of your divorce to do it. I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t my place and it was between you and him. He wanted to keep it secret since he was so afraid that you’d be disappointed in him…”
”Hah! Disappointment isn’t a strong enough word!”
“Yeah, I guess that was a mistake on my part. I figured you’d be able to look past it and I told him you would because he was your son and you were so proud of him…huh. I see your mind hasn’t changed on the subject though.”
“Never will either, now that was fucking years ago what the hell are you doing still talking to him?”
“Wolf, just because I wasn’t with you, doesn’t mean I couldn’t talk to Lawrence! Maybe by staying in contact with him, I felt like I was still in contact with you. Goddammit Wolf, I’m a free woman, I can talk to who I want! Besides, you disowned him anyway, what do you care?! I always kept in contact with Lawrence AND Irena. I even see them both every now and then…I bet I know more about Lawrence now than you do…hell I bet you don’t even know they have children! You got MORE grandchildren you don’t even know about!”

You stand in utter shock; you didn’t even know such a pairing would produce off spring. You didn’t really want to think about it really.

“He’s got children?” you say dumbfounded.
“Yeah a few of them, they’re a bit funny looking, but they’re very cute! (Sigh) I always wished I was able to have children…” Mary says wistfully. “You know Wolf you really should see Lawrence. It would mean so much to him.”

You don’t know, maybe all this information has bewildered you a bit, maybe Mary laid down the lovin’ really good, maybe you’re getting soft in your old age or maybe, just MAYBE you do want to see Lawrence.

“…Alright…alright Mary, I’ll go see him, but I’m not promising anything!”

Mary smiles and hugs you.

“You will?”
“Yeah, but if his cat bitch starts anything, I’m outta there!”
“Oh Irena’s nice! You should get to know her too! She isn’t at all like you think Cat People are! I’ll go get ready!”
“What?! You’re coming too?”
“Of course, someone’s gotta keep you on a leash so you don’t end up destroying something, besides I know where they live and you don’t, so I’m going with you.”

Soon you and Mary get on your Harley and are on your way. Mary tells you how to get your son’s house. You didn’t even realize he lived in the same state. You park your bike outside a fairly nice looking house. Your son’s been doing something right.

You take a deep breath when you get to the door and stand there for a few seconds preparing yourself, and then ring the bell.

The door opens almost immediately and a feline face stands before you, this must be Irena. It’s obvious she recognizes you, but predictably she doesn’t look happy to see you.

“You? What do you want?” she demands, while Mary looks at you a little concerned about what you’re going to say.
> You ask for Lawrence
“Look Irena, I’m not here to fight, I just want to see Lawrence.”

Speaking of whom, Lawrence arrives at the door; he’s very surprised to see you.

“Dad?! What’re you doing here?”
“I don’t really know, you can thank Mary here for even convincing me though… look we need to talk in private, I can’t be doing this shit in front of everyone.”

Lawrence nods understanding completely and invites everyone in, Mary and Irena go off together while you and your son enter a study of some sort, where you have a fairly long talk. You find out that he runs his own security business, and is his own boss, which is something you can certainly respect. He excitedly tells about everything that’s occurred in his life since you “disowned” him. Its weird, he doesn’t seem to hold any kind of grudge or anything towards you. He’s just so happy you’re here. Must be a trait he picked up from his human mother’s side, because you know damn well he didn’t inherit it from you. If the roles were reversed, you’re certain you would’ve slammed the door in your own face.

For once you’re glad Lawrence isn’t completely like you. You also realize that you have been unreasonable for all these years. You still don’t approve of your son’s choice in mates, but like Mary said, you need to get over it.

Just then a couple of little furballs come wandering into the room, they look like Wolf cubs, but the unmistakable feline features are there. They look at you with wide eyes.

“Hey, Tom and Isis. Come closer, I want you to meet someone.” Lawrence says.
“Who’s that Daddy?” Tom asks.
“That’s your grandfather.” Lawrence says picking one up. “Dad you’ve never even seen your own grandchildren. You want to hold them?”
“Uh…erm…I don’t think we’re quite there yet Lawrence.” You say
“Okay, I understand…hey! We’re having dinner soon, you should stay!”
“I dunno it might be weird.”
“Nonsense! Look if you think you’re going to get into it with Irena, I can tell you it won’t happen if you don’t say anything to her. She’ll keep quiet if you do. I hope you can be a little civil, I know it sucks when I have to be civilized to clients for my job, but you know how it is.”
“Yeah I know how it is. Alright I can do it. Hell, I’ve come this far. This is a whole new experience for me. I hope just hope you’ve got some good food.”
“Of course! We’re not vegetarians here you know!”
“Well that’s good, or else I would’ve had to disown you again!” you badly joke.

There’s a period of silence, and you think you might’ve stepped over the line, however Lawrence begins to laugh.

“Disown me? If I become a vegetarian, just put a fucking silver bullet in my head! Ha ha!”

You laugh too, and breathe a sigh of relief. You remind yourself that you’ll have to do a better job of your words at the dinner table!

Dinner is a pleasant affair; Irena certainly is an excellent cook. In fact it looks like she’s an excellent housewife in general. You’ve noticed the house is spotless. She might be a house cat, but she’s certainly not a lazy one. Maybe there are exceptions to Cat People. She doesn’t talk to you, but she doesn’t start anything either. Everyone eats except Mary who doesn’t require it, but she looks happy that you’re here making an effort to get along with everyone. You can’t be sure, but you get the impression that she did this for herself as much as she did for you. Mary’s own “family” is pretty fucked up and she’s unable to have children of her own. Maybe in some ways she hoped to create a “surrogate” family that she could be apart of instead and all that was missing was you.

The doorbell rings.

“Who could that be?” Lawrence asks Irena.
“I don’t know, I’ll go check.”

Irena gets up to answer the door and you can hear a loud voice in the next room.

“Sis! It’s so good to see you! How about a hug for your brother?”

You hear some muttering and whispering, but can’t quite make it out. A few seconds later, another Irena and another Cat Person enters the room. You don’t like him. He’s fat and scruffy. He looks like scum and smells like scum. All your previous good feelings immediately start to dissipate. Mary looks over at you.

“Uncle Oliver!” the furballs say in unison.
“Hey, kids! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you! I’ll be staying here for awhile so we’ll have lots of time to play!”

You don’t like him.

“Hey Lawrence…I hope you’ve been taking good care of my sister.” He says with almost a hint of distain.

You really don’t like him.

“Who’s this couple?” he asks when noticing you and Mary. He gives you an unmistakable hostile stare.

You hate him.

You immediately whisper to Mary. “Who the fuck is this shithead?”
“Its Irena’s brother, Oliver. I don’t know too much about him, this the first time I’ve met him in person.”
> You leave
There’s a limit to your tolerance and you’ve just reached it. This lowlife is going to piss you off severely. You better just leave now, before you turn this place into a warzone.

“Well, I’d like to stay, but me and Mary have a lot of work to do on a new movie.”
“We do?”
“Yes! Remember all those rewrites?” you give her hand a squeeze and look at her while moving your head slightly in the direction of Oliver. She gets the hint.
“Oh yeah, we have to go.”
“Oh, well okay. I hope you’ll come by again soon though!” Lawrence says.

As you and Mary head towards the door, you turn back around and look at the house, look at his wife, look at his children and then look at that other… cat person. You can only change so much. You can’t see yourself being “part of the family” This is your son’s life not yours.

“I’m sure we’ll see each other again someday.” You say.

Lawrence looks a little disappointed, but understands.

“Yeah, I’m sure we’ll have a good time then.” He replies.
“Goodbye and good luck son.”

You and Mary get on your bike, wave goodbye and zoom off.

During the ride you feel like you should say something to Mary, who you think is probably just as disappointed as your son was.

“I’m sorry Mary, I just can’t change that much.”
“I know. I suppose it was too big of a step. You did really make an effort though, and you at least reconciled with Lawrence.”
“Hey I reconciled with you too…so are we like moving in together or should we still keep our own places?”
“Excuse me? What’s all this? Are you suggesting that we should get back together?”
“Well you were the one who brought it up first, and yeah you were right about a lot of stuff. I probably should have someone special in my life at my age. And since you’re about the only one who’ll put up with me on a long term basis, you’re the best candidate.”
“Wow, Wolf with words like that, you REALLY make a girl feel special!”
“You know I like everything else about you. I don’t need to say it.”
“Hmm, what makes you think I still want to be with you?”
“Oh please, you know you want this. Besides your hands are supposed to be around my waist, not fondling my crotch every five minutes.”

Mary laughs at your remark and kisses you on the cheek. She rests her head on the back of your shoulder and just holds you normally for the rest of the trip, giving you a bit of a hugging squeeze every now and then.

Sometimes a little change isn’t always a bad thing.


“Look Irena, I’m not here to fight, I just want to see Lawrence.”

Speaking of whom, Lawrence arrives at the door; he’s very surprised to see you.

“Dad?! What’re you doing here?”
“I don’t really know, you can thank Mary here for even convincing me though… look we need to talk in private, I can’t be doing this shit in front of everyone.”

Lawrence nods understanding completely and invites everyone in, Mary and Irena go off together while you and your son enter a study of some sort, where you have a fairly long talk. You find out that he runs his own security business, and is his own boss, which is something you can certainly respect. He excitedly tells about everything that’s occurred in his life since you “disowned” him. Its weird, he doesn’t seem to hold any kind of grudge or anything towards you. He’s just so happy you’re here. Must be a trait he picked up from his human mother’s side, because you know damn well he didn’t inherit it from you. If the roles were reversed, you’re certain you would’ve slammed the door in your own face.

For once you’re glad Lawrence isn’t completely like you. You also realize that you have been unreasonable for all these years. You still don’t approve of your son’s choice in mates, but like Mary said, you need to get over it.

Just then a couple of little furballs come wandering into the room, they look like Wolf cubs, but the unmistakable feline features are there. They look at you with wide eyes.

“Hey, Tom and Isis. Come closer, I want you to meet someone.” Lawrence says.
“Who’s that Daddy?” Tom asks.
“That’s your grandfather.” Lawrence says picking one up. “Dad you’ve never even seen your own grandchildren. You want to hold them?”
“Uh…erm…I don’t think we’re quite there yet Lawrence.” You say
“Okay, I understand…hey! We’re having dinner soon, you should stay!”
“I dunno it might be weird.”
“Nonsense! Look if you think you’re going to get into it with Irena, I can tell you it won’t happen if you don’t say anything to her. She’ll keep quiet if you do. I hope you can be a little civil, I know it sucks when I have to be civilized to clients for my job, but you know how it is.”
“Yeah I know how it is. Alright I can do it. Hell, I’ve come this far. This is a whole new experience for me. I hope just hope you’ve got some good food.”
“Of course! We’re not vegetarians here you know!”
“Well that’s good, or else I would’ve had to disown you again!” you badly joke.

There’s a period of silence, and you think you might’ve stepped over the line, however Lawrence begins to laugh.

“Disown me? If I become a vegetarian, just put a fucking silver bullet in my head! Ha ha!”

You laugh too, and breathe a sigh of relief. You remind yourself that you’ll have to do a better job of your words at the dinner table!

Dinner is a pleasant affair; Irena certainly is an excellent cook. In fact it looks like she’s an excellent housewife in general. You’ve noticed the house is spotless. She might be a house cat, but she’s certainly not a lazy one. Maybe there are exceptions to Cat People. She doesn’t talk to you, but she doesn’t start anything either. Everyone eats except Mary who doesn’t require it, but she looks happy that you’re here making an effort to get along with everyone. You can’t be sure, but you get the impression that she did this for herself as much as she did for you. Mary’s own “family” is pretty fucked up and she’s unable to have children of her own. Maybe in some ways she hoped to create a “surrogate” family that she could be apart of instead and all that was missing was you.

The doorbell rings.

“Who could that be?” Lawrence asks Irena.
“I don’t know, I’ll go check.”

Irena gets up to answer the door and you can hear a loud voice in the next room.

“Sis! It’s so good to see you! How about a hug for your brother?”

You hear some muttering and whispering, but can’t quite make it out. A few seconds later, another Irena and another Cat Person enters the room. You don’t like him. He’s fat and scruffy. He looks like scum and smells like scum. All your previous good feelings immediately start to dissipate. Mary looks over at you.

“Uncle Oliver!” the furballs say in unison.
“Hey, kids! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you! I’ll be staying here for awhile so we’ll have lots of time to play!”

You don’t like him.

“Hey Lawrence…I hope you’ve been taking good care of my sister.” He says with almost a hint of distain.

You really don’t like him.

“Who’s this couple?” he asks when noticing you and Mary. He gives you an unmistakable hostile stare.

You hate him.

You immediately whisper to Mary. “Who the fuck is this shithead?”
“Its Irena’s brother, Oliver. I don’t know too much about him, this the first time I’ve met him in person.”
> You stick around
You’ve just reconciled with your son you’re not leaving now, but you’re still on heightened state of agitation.

“This is my father Wolf, and his…girlfriend Mary.” Lawrence says unsure of if that’s actually the case. You and Mary look at each other, shrug and nod silently in agreement that it is.
“Wow, Lawrence, your family doesn’t keep to your own kind. Your Dad’s fucking a corpse and you’re fucking my sister. Wait, you’re also part human aren’t you? Sheesh, you Werewolves will fuck anything that isn’t another Werewolf! Can’t say I blame you though! HAR HAR HAR (BURP!) I’m kidding! I’m kidding of course. Relax. Hey Irena bring your pretty little tail over here and bring me some food too!”

Okay you are REALLY close to losing it. Mary senses this and whispers to you to just calm down. It’s very difficult though. Meanwhile you see Irena bring Oliver some food, Lawrence isn’t paying attention as he’s talking to his children, but you notice Oliver is lecherously looking at Irena the whole time. Then he begins stuffing his bloated face when Lawrence turns back around.

“Yeah, I’ll be staying here awhile Lawrence; I had a couple of job set backs. Might be awhile before I can find another one. Irena said it was okay.” Oliver says while food hangs from his mouth.

You knew it. You goddamn well knew it. Typical fucking Cat Person. Fucking sponge.

“Sure Oliver, you’re family after all, your home is my home.”
“Ah, you have my thanks Lawrence. My sister is so lucky to have such a highly motivated well to do man such as yourself. Don’t know why our family disapproved so much of you, but hey at least I was at the wedding, right Irena? There to give you away, right Irena?”
“Um, yes Oliver.” Irena says nervously and quickly goes back into the kitchen.

Something is seriously WRONG here. You’ve hung around with some shady characters and known several creepy ones, and Oliver is just oozing with both traits. Even his sister doesn’t seem to like him; she seems more scared of him than anything. Like an abuse victim. You don’t understand why Lawrence is letting him talk like that. You ask to see Lawrence in the next room privately.

“What’s up Dad?” he asks.
“What’s up with you? Why are you letting Oliver talk shit like that?”
“What Oliver? He’s harmless. That’s just how he is. Don’t pay any attention.”
“Yeah well I’m having a very hard time doing that. Look fuck all my personal feelings about what you think of your relationship with Irena, but if that’s the woman you love, then you need to put Oliver in his place right now. I know damn well you HAD to inherit that trait from me.”
“Dad I know your answer to everything is to kick everyone’s ass that looks at you sideways, but sometimes you have to let things go. Besides Oliver’s the only family member on EITHER side who supported our wedding you know. He even paid for it. He might make comments every now and then, but I know he’s supportive of us.”
“Lawrence, I know about letting things go, I’ve been doing it all damn night, but I’m telling you I can sense that he’s up to no fucking good. He’s been staring at his sister’s tits and ass since he got here! It’s like he’s a psychotic stalker ex-boyfriend. I noticed Irena acting nervous around him, I’m telling you something weird went on between them and I don’t think it was consensual.”
“Dad! You know what the fuck you’re saying?”
“Hell yes I know what the fuck I’m saying. I’m saying he’s a fucking sicko and a moocher to boot. Doesn’t have a job and it’ll be awhile? You know what that translates into? A permanent squatter.”
“Geez Dad, not all Cat People are decadent lazy inbreeders.”
“Maybe not, but I’m saying HE is!”
“I don’t think he is. Irena’s never told me that he’s ever done anything to her and I’m sure she would’ve, and as for the job thing, he’s just been having a string of bad luck. I mean come on; you should be able to identify with how hard the job market is right now. Look Dad, I hope you can put your bigotry aside, because I wanted you to stay awhile. Even stay here for the night.”
> You leave
“Lawrence I can’t put up with this, maybe you can and this is your life, but this ain’t me. If you ever want to see me, that’s fine, but I can’t deal with this aspect of your life.” You say and go back into the dining room.
“Mary come on let’s go we gotta work on that movie thing.”
‘We’re leaving?”
“Yeah, come on!”
“Alright calm down!”

When Lawrence enters the room, Oliver feels the need to make remarks again.

“Hey Lawrence your Dad here really bosses around his woman, I hope you didn’t inherit that trait from him. When I gave her away I was hoping it would be to a gentleman, not a barking tyrant.”
“Oliver, why the fuck did you give your sister away anyway? Was it because she was so repulsed by your appearance? Or was it because you were too much of a fucking loser to adequately provide for her?”

You just set it off in this motherfucker.

“What the fuck did you just say, you fucking mangy dog?”
“Too complicated for you? Okay. I SAID YOU’RE A FUCKING SICKO INBREEDING DRAIN ON SOCIETY! Just like your whole fucking race! You’ve been ogling your sister all fucking night while shoveling that food in your fat face!”
“Fucking racist! You’re a narrow minded racist!” Oliver screams.
“Yeah? Well I’d rather be that, then a sick incestuous piece of worthless shit like you.”
“Fuck you!” Oliver shouts and throws a fork at you. You dodge it and jump over the table. Oliver’s in poor physical condition and you easily put him in poorer physical condition; that is until Mary, Lawrence and Irena get you off of him. Only Mary is strong enough to hold you back.
“Get him out of the house!” Irena shouts as the furballs go running off to hide from the mayhem.
“Yeah, stick up for that fat floor rug! Just shut out the past like it didn’t happen, right?”
“Dad, stop!”
“Wolf, calm down!” Mary says.
“Ignoring the problem ain’t gonna make it go away Lawrence. I thought you were smarter and more perceptive than this. I hope you realize soon, for your kids’ sake.”

You take your leave, with Mary apologizing quickly to Lawrence and Irena and running after you. Oliver’s fat ass is still unconscious on the floor bleeding profusely. When you get to your bike, Mary is about to say something to you, but you interrupt her before she can start.

“Mary don’t even start, because I’m not fucking wrong on this. You fucking saw him and how he was acting, don’t tell me you didn’t think he was a piece of shit pervert too.”

Mary looks at you and nods. She can’t help but agree with you. She’d know the signs; after all she was married to that equally depraved fucker, Frankie.

“But Wolf, shouldn’t we try to do something else? I mean…”
“What else can we do Mary? I already said what I thought and kicked Oliver’s ass. Lawrence and Irena are going to have to take it from there. If I meddle anymore it’s just going to make things worse, if you meddle, it’ll just look like you’re siding with me. Its Lawrence’s family, it’s his life, it’s his choices, he’s gotta be the one to sort it out. Hopefully he makes the right one. Come on Mary let’s get out of here.”

Mary hops on the back of your bike and you zoom off. On the trip home Mary rests her head on the back of your shoulder while holding you and giving you a bit of a hugging squeeze every now and then. It’s not really spoken, but it’s apparent you and Mary are back together again, and hopefully Lawrence listens to your warning so you can someday reunite with him again as well.


You’ve just reconciled with your son you’re not leaving now, but you’re still on heightened state of agitation.

“This is my father Wolf, and his…girlfriend Mary.” Lawrence says unsure of if that’s actually the case. You and Mary look at each other, shrug and nod silently in agreement that it is.
“Wow, Lawrence, your family doesn’t keep to your own kind. Your Dad’s fucking a corpse and you’re fucking my sister. Wait, you’re also part human aren’t you? Sheesh, you Werewolves will fuck anything that isn’t another Werewolf! Can’t say I blame you though! HAR HAR HAR (BURP!) I’m kidding! I’m kidding of course. Relax. Hey Irena bring your pretty little tail over here and bring me some food too!”

Okay you are REALLY close to losing it. Mary senses this and whispers to you to just calm down. It’s very difficult though. Meanwhile you see Irena bring Oliver some food, Lawrence isn’t paying attention as he’s talking to his children, but you notice Oliver is lecherously looking at Irena the whole time. Then he begins stuffing his bloated face when Lawrence turns back around.

“Yeah, I’ll be staying here awhile Lawrence; I had a couple of job set backs. Might be awhile before I can find another one. Irena said it was okay.” Oliver says while food hangs from his mouth.

You knew it. You goddamn well knew it. Typical fucking Cat Person. Fucking sponge.

“Sure Oliver, you’re family after all, your home is my home.”
“Ah, you have my thanks Lawrence. My sister is so lucky to have such a highly motivated well to do man such as yourself. Don’t know why our family disapproved so much of you, but hey at least I was at the wedding, right Irena? There to give you away, right Irena?”
“Um, yes Oliver.” Irena says nervously and quickly goes back into the kitchen.

Something is seriously WRONG here. You’ve hung around with some shady characters and known several creepy ones, and Oliver is just oozing with both traits. Even his sister doesn’t seem to like him; she seems more scared of him than anything. Like an abuse victim. You don’t understand why Lawrence is letting him talk like that. You ask to see Lawrence in the next room privately.

“What’s up Dad?” he asks.
“What’s up with you? Why are you letting Oliver talk shit like that?”
“What Oliver? He’s harmless. That’s just how he is. Don’t pay any attention.”
“Yeah well I’m having a very hard time doing that. Look fuck all my personal feelings about what you think of your relationship with Irena, but if that’s the woman you love, then you need to put Oliver in his place right now. I know damn well you HAD to inherit that trait from me.”
“Dad I know your answer to everything is to kick everyone’s ass that looks at you sideways, but sometimes you have to let things go. Besides Oliver’s the only family member on EITHER side who supported our wedding you know. He even paid for it. He might make comments every now and then, but I know he’s supportive of us.”
“Lawrence, I know about letting things go, I’ve been doing it all damn night, but I’m telling you I can sense that he’s up to no fucking good. He’s been staring at his sister’s tits and ass since he got here! It’s like he’s a psychotic stalker ex-boyfriend. I noticed Irena acting nervous around him, I’m telling you something weird went on between them and I don’t think it was consensual.”
“Dad! You know what the fuck you’re saying?”
“Hell yes I know what the fuck I’m saying. I’m saying he’s a fucking sicko and a moocher to boot. Doesn’t have a job and it’ll be awhile? You know what that translates into? A permanent squatter.”
“Geez Dad, not all Cat People are decadent lazy inbreeders.”
“Maybe not, but I’m saying HE is!”
“I don’t think he is. Irena’s never told me that he’s ever done anything to her and I’m sure she would’ve, and as for the job thing, he’s just been having a string of bad luck. I mean come on; you should be able to identify with how hard the job market is right now. Look Dad, I hope you can put your bigotry aside, because I wanted you to stay awhile. Even stay here for the night.”
> You stay for the night
You’ve come this far, you might as well go a little further.

“Alright…alright…I’ll stay around, but just direct me to your spare bedroom or something because I refuse to be in the same room with Oliver. His mere presence sickens me.”
“Very well, just go upstairs turn left and straight ahead. It’s a blue room. I hope you’re in better spirits tomorrow, I want to talk with you some more.”
“Yeah, well I hope you heed my warning Lawrence. See ya tomorrow.”

You head to the bedroom, which is a fairly large one. You stretch out on the bed thinking about everything that’s happened today. It was going pretty well until fucking Oliver showed up. He just makes you want to rip his guts out and hang him with them until his tongue turns purple and sticks out. You’ve never had to hold in your anger like this before, but you’re trying to change. For the sake of Lawrence you’re trying damn hard to change.

An hour passes and Mary enters the room.

“So you can’t sleep, or am I correct in assuming you’re just isolating yourself so you don’t kill someone? Lawrence told everyone you were tired, but I knew better. You don’t like Oliver.”
“Can you fuckin’ blame me? I mean come on Mary, you fuckin’ saw how he acts and how he is! Tell me you don’t find SOMETHING wrong with the fucker.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean, I’ve been down there talking with everyone, and assessing him as well, and he is creepy. Especially with Irena.”
“That’s what I tried to tell Lawrence, but he thinks I’m just a bigot.”
“Well…you are, but that doesn’t mean you’re wrong.”
“I just want to fucking do massive harm to that fucking cat…”
”Whoa, easy there. We don’t actually know anything or have any proof of anything, he could just be harmlessly weird.”
“I don’t need proof when I’ve got instinct! Arrgh! Why the hell isn’t Lawrence using his?!”
“Calm down, you’re pretty tense, I think you need to work off some of that excess energy. Come on we worry about this tomorrow, for right now let’s continue to discuss those movie rewrites.”

Mary seductively hops on your lap and begins to kiss you all over.

“Mmm, I was wondering if you still wanted to be with me after what happened back at the studio.”
“What you mean that little argument we had? Please, I’ve heard worse from you remember? I know you were just doing a lot of prideful macho posturing, which is kind of sexy actually. Beside I know damn well you want to be with me again, your actions of changing your views on Lawrence have proven that, not to mention your body is telling me right now.”

Four hours later, Mary is fast asleep, but you’re still wide awake. This pleasant diversion still hasn’t calmed you down. You slide out of bed to get a drink and go for a walk. On your way to the bathroom, you hear to whispering and mumbling from another bedroom. You listen closely.

“You know Isis, you’re growing into a pretty young feline, thank God you take after your beautiful mother.”
“Thank you Uncle Oliver, but why’d you wake me up?”
“Just to tell you that and to play a game with you. You see me and your mother used to play a game when we were younger, but it was a secret game. We didn’t tell anyone, and you can’t tell anyone either, especially not your Dad.”
“Um I don’t like the way you’re rubbing my leg Uncle Oliver...”
“But that’s how the game is played, now let me just…”

You immediately burst through the door; Oliver’s fat frame is lurching over Isis when he turns his head in your direction. His eyes wide open like a deer caught in the headlights.

“YOU’RE DEAD, YOU SICK PIECE OF SHIT!” you bellow and grab Oliver and throw him against the wall. Isis goes running and screaming from the room while you pound Oliver’s face into a bloody pulp. He tries to bat you with his claws, but they don’t even phase you, you’re too angry and you’ve been wanting to do this all fucking night. You throw him out of the room and into the hallway where you kick the hell out of him as he coughs up puke and blood. Mary arrives wondering what’s going on.

“WOLF! STOP!”
“NO! He was trying to molest Isis! I caught him right in the fucking act! I knew I was fucking right!” you bend down and speak in his ear. “And I’m gonna make sure you don’t ever try that shit on my granddaughter again, you fuck!”

You begin shredding his balls and dick into pieces and howl of pain is sounded throughout the house, Tom at this point has woken up, but Mary takes him back to his own room and tells him to stay there.

Now you’re lurching over Oliver’s bloody body ready to deliver the killing strike, when Lawrence and Irena arrive from downstairs. They look at you, they look at Oliver, then Irena says something you don’t expect, but the look in her eye doesn’t entirely surprise you.

“Do it Wolf.”

And you do, you drive your claws deep into his throat effectively decapitating him. After the deed is done, you and Lawrence dump the body (and head) in a nearby woods where nature can take care of it. Lawrence then speaks.

“When Isis told us what happened exactly, all I could think about is that I should’ve listened to you. I’m a fucking idiot, and failed you and my children.”
“Look nevermind all that now son, what’s important is the problem has been dealt with. YOU, just be on guard more in the future. Remember, you’re the protector of this family, you have to suspect everything and everyone. If something doesn’t feel right, trust your fucking instinct, its never wrong. Let’s get back home, I gotta wash this cat blood off of me, I think he pissed on me too, ugh.”

The following day you decide to leave, Lawrence wants you to stick around, but you tell Lawrence he needs to spend time with his family right now, not you. This time he listens to you. You and Mary get on your Harley, while Lawrence, Irena, Isis and Tom all say their good byes to you.

“Bye Grandpa!” Isis and Tom say in unison.
“Bye you two. Remember, if someone starts trying to do something you don’t like to you, scratch their eyes out!” you reply patting them both on the head.
“Thank you Wolf, for what you did…you don’t know how much it means to me…”
“Think nothing of it, Irena, but you’re welcome.”
“Bye Dad, I do hope we’ll see you again.”
“You will.”

You start up the cycle and you and Mary zoom off.

On the trip home Mary rests her head on the back of your shoulder while holding you and giving you a bit of a hugging squeeze every now and then.

“So are we going to actually get to those rewrites when we get back home, or are we going to just fuck our brains out again?” you ask Mary jokingly.
“How about we do the latter, I don’t think the movie needs any rewrites now.”
”What?! Dammit I told you I’m not playing that cranky old grandpa part!”
“Why not? You do an excellent job of it in real life.” Mary taunts.
“Hey don’t joke like that! I got a public image to maintain!”
“Ha ha! Don’t worry; we’re still making the changes. Your image of being a distrusting combative asshole will be maintained…and don’t ever change that trait.” Mary says while kissing you on the cheek.

“No need to ever worry about that Mary, some things will never change.”


Your interest is overriding your loathing; you decide to question Mary further.

“What the fuck are you doing talking to Lawrence?”
“It’s not like he’s a complete stranger to me you know, we did meet several times on the set when you and I were seeing each other. We got along remember?”
“Yeah, I remember, so what, were you fucking him too at the time?”
“(Sigh) No Wolf, though I wouldn’t have minded that since he was less of an asshole and a more open minded sort than you! In fact had he not been so in love with Irena, I might’ve tried, but I saw theirs was a true love and I wasn’t going to break that up…”
“Hold just a goddamn minute! He told YOU about Irena before me?! You were keeping secrets from me?!”
“No! In fact I was the one who told him to tell you about Irena because I knew you’d find out eventually, though he should’ve picked a better time than in the middle of your divorce to do it. I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t my place and it was between you and him. He wanted to keep it secret since he was so afraid that you’d be disappointed in him…”
”Hah! Disappointment isn’t a strong enough word!”
“Yeah, I guess that was a mistake on my part. I figured you’d be able to look past it and I told him you would because he was your son and you were so proud of him…huh. I see your mind hasn’t changed on the subject though.”
“Never will either, now that was fucking years ago what the hell are you doing still talking to him?”
“Wolf, just because I wasn’t with you, doesn’t mean I couldn’t talk to Lawrence! Maybe by staying in contact with him, I felt like I was still in contact with you. Goddammit Wolf, I’m a free woman, I can talk to who I want! Besides, you disowned him anyway, what do you care?! I always kept in contact with Lawrence AND Irena. I even see them both every now and then…I bet I know more about Lawrence now than you do…hell I bet you don’t even know they have children! You got MORE grandchildren you don’t even know about!”

You stand in utter shock; you didn’t even know such a pairing would produce off spring. You didn’t really want to think about it really.

“He’s got children?” you say dumbfounded.
“Yeah a few of them, they’re a bit funny looking, but they’re very cute! (Sigh) I always wished I was able to have children…” Mary says wistfully. “You know Wolf you really should see Lawrence. It would mean so much to him.”

You don’t know, maybe all this information has bewildered you a bit, maybe Mary laid down the lovin’ really good, maybe you’re getting soft in your old age or maybe, just MAYBE you do want to see Lawrence.

“…Alright…alright Mary, I’ll go see him, but I’m not promising anything!”

Mary smiles and hugs you.

“You will?”
“Yeah, but if his cat bitch starts anything, I’m outta there!”
“Oh Irena’s nice! You should get to know her too! She isn’t at all like you think Cat People are! I’ll go get ready!”
“What?! You’re coming too?”
“Of course, someone’s gotta keep you on a leash so you don’t end up destroying something, besides I know where they live and you don’t, so I’m going with you.”

Soon you and Mary get on your Harley and are on your way. Mary tells you how to get your son’s house. You didn’t even realize he lived in the same state. You park your bike outside a fairly nice looking house. Your son’s been doing something right.

You take a deep breath when you get to the door and stand there for a few seconds preparing yourself, and then ring the bell.

The door opens almost immediately and a feline face stands before you, this must be Irena. It’s obvious she recognizes you, but predictably she doesn’t look happy to see you.

“You? What do you want?” she demands, while Mary looks at you a little concerned about what you’re going to say.
> You be an asshole
So much for civility…

“Peeyew! It smells like a fucking litter box emanating from the house!”
“Wolf! You said you’d be civil!” Mary remarks.
“Doesn’t sound like something I’d say.”
“Mary, why’d you bring this dick here?” Irena asks.
“Because I THOUGHT he wanted to reunite with his son, not be obnoxious!”

Just then your son comes to the door. He’s even more surprised to see you.

“Dad? What, what’re you doing here?”
“Insulting your wife so far.” Irena answers.
“I don’t need to insult your feline ass; you people do a good enough job of that yourself by your mere existence.”
“Now that’s enough Wolf!” Mary says hitting you.
“Fuck you, you mean old bastard!” Irena says.
“Dad, come on stop. Look let’s all go inside and…”

Now two little furballs come to the door, they look like Wolf cubs, but the unmistakable feline features are there. They look up at you with wide eyes.

“Who’s that Daddy?”
“That’s your grandfather.” Lawrence says picking one up. “Dad you’ve never even seen your own grandchildren. You want to hold them?”
“Don’t let that bastard hold them! He’s never bothered to see ANY of his grandchildren! Fuckin’ deadbeat!” Irena says.
“Shit, they’d be safer with me than they are with you! You better watch your kids Lawrence, she’ll be trying to molest them soon, if she isn’t already, you know how those fuckin’ cats are!”

Oooh boy you really crossed the line that time.

“WOLF!” Mary shouts.
“How fucking DARE you! Fuck you! I don’t need to be insulted on my own property! Get the fuck out!”
“Dad, you’re out of line! You can’t just come here and insult my wife and family like this!”
“Oh so that’s how it is eh? I’ve been hearing about how you want to see me so bad, but now you’re showing your true colors. You’re gonna side with your wife, instead of your blood. Shit, I knew you were whipped. I wasted my fucking time all those years ago trying to groom you to take my place and there’s no point in wasting my time here, I’m fuckin’ done. Enjoy your fuckin’ life with your cat bitch and your halfcat brats.” As you turn around you address Mary. “Yeah, this was a great idea Mary. If you want a ride back home, I’ll be on my bike waiting a few minutes, if not, you can get a ride from either the inbreeder or the traitor.”

You get on your bike and wait awhile for Mary, but it’s apparent she isn’t following, so you take off and leave. Fuck her too and if she doesn’t want to work on the movie idea with you; then fuck that as well, you’ll survive somehow, you always have. It’s what you do best. You had a temporary moment of weakness, but when it came down to it, you stuck by your principles. You might be an old and broke, but at least you’re not fucking a cat thing.


Eh, you let it slide this once, Mary can’t really help being so ignorant of a Werewolf’s pride, she’s just a fucking patchwork of corpse parts, besides you need the money from this job, and who knows, maybe you can jump start your career again…

But there’s still no way you’re going to play in this movie the way it is! Time to turn on that charm.

“Mary, look I know you mean well and all, but come on, you can’t seriously expect me to play this character! It’s insulting! Make it a comedy if you must, but make a dark one at least, not some family shit. Maybe I’m some fucking relic of the past trying to hold on to days gone by, but just about all I got left in this shitty world is my balls and my pride and I’m not losing either of them!”

Mary stares at you a bit, then she addresses the wolfings.

“Alright you guys that’s a wrap for today! I’ll call you back when I need you, there’s going to be some script rewrites, and before someone bites my head off, don’t worry nobody’s lost their jobs.”

After the set is completely clear, Mary addresses you and strokes your facial fur.

“That was a very passionate little speech you just gave, and almost halfway civilized for you. I especially liked the part about your balls.” At this point she gently caresses the twins with her other hand. “Mmm yes, I don’t think I’d like you to lose those either, or THIS!”

At this point Mary grabs your big fully erect dick.

“How about you and I discuss those script changes now, Wolfie?”
“Alright, but its going to be hard for you to talk with your mouth full…”

Four hours later, you and Mary have expended your sexual energy and are in a more talkative mood.

“…and that’s how I think the movie should go.” You finish explaining.
“Actually that’s not a bad idea; I’ll certainly incorporate some of the changes you suggested. See, and that’s why you’ll always hold a place in my heart, Wolfie.” Mary says lying next to you.
“Well, the patchwork heart that was given to you anyways Mary.”
“Damn Wolf, you were doing so well there for awhile and you revert right back to asshole mode.”
“It’s a gift.”
“Hmm, it’s also why you’re all alone.”
“So what? I’ve always been a loner.”
“And you’re happy living like that?”
“Its worked pretty well so far, don’t see any reason to change now.”
“Oh come on, surely you’d like someone around as opposed to the fast ass girls I hear you still bed every now and then.”
“What? You mean like a wife? Yeah right! Tried that remember, you were part of the reason why I ultimately got divorced…ah fuck it. I was having problems with that bitch and fucking around on her before we started seeing each other. Nobody’s fault except my own for being stupid enough for getting married in the first place.”
“Well maybe you just made the wrong choice in woman…”
“No, I didn’t. I made the wrong choice period. I wasn’t meant to be married, and it’s not the idea of just fucking one female forever, I just value my freedom too much.”
“Well I don’t see how you can be happy without someone special in your life.”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Mary what is with you getting all into my fucking business? What about you? You ain’t married and you seem to be doing alright! …Or are you trying to tell me something?”

Mary looks at you with a solemn expression on her face and touches your hand.

“Wolf, things are different for me now. I spent years searching and while I’ve had lots of exciting and pleasant experiences in my life, but I’ve never felt as close to someone as I have during our time together. I might be made up of parts, but I’ve always felt a piece was missing when I wasn’t with you. No matter where I was, you were always in my mind.”
“Oh so that’s what this is huh? You’re feeling that something is missing in your existence so you figure you can just waltz back into ol’ Wolf’s life because hey he doesn’t have anything going on and pick back up where we left off? Fuck that, I can say you literally and figuratively screwed the pooch on that one, baby. You ended up running off with that half a fag Dracula while I was getting all my shit taken away from me by my bitch ex-wife and sued by your goddamn no talent father!” you say and move your hand away.
“It was a confusing time for me Wolf! You know how I was, I had all these hormones injected into me and I was initially created for the sole purpose of being a sex toy! Yes, I managed to overcome, but I couldn’t fight all of my initial feelings, I was also so curious about everything and anything! Dracula was a well traveled person and yes he WAS charming, I learned a lot while I was with him. I saw the world and more. You think I wanted to leave you? I loved you! Yes and I know you find that hard to believe that something Undead is capable of love, but I LOVED you!”
“Oh yeah, well if you loved me so fucking much, why the fuck did you leave?”
“Because I had to! You were stuck in your own little world, never wanting to mix with anyone, never wanting to do anything that didn’t interest you, I’m a social being! I need to be around people. I don’t know, maybe its because I was originally made to just stay locked in that fucking castle for that sicko Frankie and I spent so much time alone that I never wanted to be alone again. If stayed with you EVEN after your divorce and mine, I would’ve been trading a neglective mate, for an overly possessive one. Come on Wolf I know you. You would’ve been alienating everyone who looked at me with a hint of attraction. I had to let you go so I could be independent and find myself.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re the fucking victim as always right Mary? Tell someone who gives a shit. Fuck this, I’m not working on this movie with you, I don’t care what rewrites you do. I’m out.”

You storm off, but as always Mary gets the last word.

“I can’t be a victim, because you’ve already taken that job! You carry a chip on your shoulder the size of Gibraltar and act like the goddamn World owes you something, well it doesn’t! You can’t let shit go! It’s why you’re all by yourself! Okay Wolf, fuck me then, I was no good fucking cheating bitch that did you wrong. Fine. You talk to any of your children lately? At least the ones you know about? You got fucking sons and daughters Wolf and you’ve alienated ALL of them with your inflexibility and assholiness! Even Lawrence, who you once were so proud of remember? He was following in your footsteps remember? But what happened? He disappointed you by following his heart instead of YOUR bigotry!”

The name “Lawrence” is one you haven’t heard in a long time and one you hoped you’d never hear again. You have to stop yourself from seriously damaging Mary for even mentioning him. Instead you just slowly turn around and attempt to calm yourself.

“Mary, you will NOT fucking utter that name again. He’s fucking dead to me. You got that? He’s as fucking dead as your fucking flesh! He’s not a son, he’s not a relative, he’s not a friend!”
“Yeah, I knew you’d say something like that, I told LAWRENCE that when we talked the last time and it’s so sad because he’s always just wanted your approval.”

What the hell? What is Mary doing talking to your fucking no good disappointment of a son who dishonored the family by marrying Irena…one of the Cat People.
> You smack her and leave
“I warned you about saying that name again!” you say and back hand Mary across the face, if she was human, she’d have a nice red welt there now and be on the floor, but Mary’s made of stronger stuff, in fact she starts hitting you back, which you attempt to deflect.

“YOU BASTARD! How fucking dare you! Get the fuck out, I was an idiot thinking I could get you to change! You can forget about being in the movie too! Go back to your shithole cabin and be fucking alone since that’s what you want so bad!”
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck you too.” You say turning around to leave while taking a few punches to your back.

You return to your cabin and brood in the darkness, muttering to yourself.

“I don’t need them; I don’t need any of them. I don’t need anybody. Never did. I’m not a pussy ass whiney weakling. I’m the fucking Alpha Wolf. That’s why I’m still here and everyone else is gone or fallen by the wayside. I got my fuckin’ pride. That’s all I need…that’s all I’ll ever need…” you say falling asleep.


“Oh boo fucking hoo, your latest Opera hasn’t been doing too well lately. At least people are paying to see the goddamn thing! As bad of a composer, and musician you are, you oughta be glad anyone’s even paying to see the goddamn thing! People don’t want to see anything with me in it! And at least you’ve got another job to fall back on LIKE BEING AN AGENT THAT’S SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING ME A FUCKING JOB!” you snarl.

There’s some dead air briefly and then Erik begins talking again.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t be complaining about my problems to you. You of course know all about torment. A war that wages within you, a beast that…”
“Erik I’ve got no time and I’m in no mood to hear how we’re supposed to be kindred spirits, you just better tell me you found something for me and it better not be another guest speaker spot at a comic convention!”
“Well let’s see…I dunno. Werewolves aren’t popular anymore you know…there might be something…here it is! It’s called Wolf Pack.”
“Pack? That implies more than one wolf on the set there Erik. Well I suppose I can share the spotlight with some others. As long as I’m in charge of course.” You say.
“Er…well according to this, you’d be the old cranky grandpa wolf that makes a bunch of rude remarks.”
“What?! What kind of stupid shit is that?”
“Yeah that’s the stuff.” Erik replies not catching on.
“I mean what the hell kind of movie is this?”
“Its uh…let’s see…oh here. It’s a horror comedy about a werewolf family and how they
adjust to human society. Looks like you’ll be playing with a lot of young pups as you’d call them.”
“WHAT?! NO! What the fuck Erik? I’m a fucking monster not something to be fucking laughed at! And they already did a movie like that a long time ago and it sucked!”
“Well that’s all I got. Maybe you could talk to the director to make changes since they also wrote it. I’m sure you and her are familiar with each other. You had an affair with her for quite some time.”
“Uh, you wanna narrow that list down Erik?”
“It’s Mary. You know, the one who used to be married to Frankie, until your affair broke up both of your marriages?”

Erik’s new information didn’t exactly make you any more enthusiastic to want to take the job.
> You insist that Erik give you something else
No, no, no, no! The movie sounds like it sucks and you’re not going to deal with Mary after all the shit you got yourself into last time with her.

“Fuck that Erik, there’s gotta be something else!”
“Well there’s a comic convention that needs another guest speaker…”

You slam the phone down. You need to get out of the house. You decide to go for a walk in the forest.
You wander around in the calmness of the forest and nature in general. Sometimes you wonder if you shouldn’t just go back to living in the wild. Things were certainly simpler then. While you’re thinking about the nostalgia of the old days, you see a very large hairy body lying prone in the distance.

“What the fuck…how the hell…” you mumble to yourself while going over to investigate. When you arrive, its exactly who you thought it was, though you don’t understand how you couldn’t have heard him lumbering through the forest given how big he is, let alone seen him.

“Hey Kong! You alive? Wake up!” you shout. Kong stirs a little and then sits up to yawn. He scratches his now silverback and looks over at you.
“Wolf? What’re you doing here?”
“Me? I live just a few miles away! What’re you doing here and how is it that I didn’t see or hear you crashing through the forest?”
“Oh I can be pretty silent when I want to be.”
“Okay, but what’re you doing here?”
“Back to nature my friend. Nancy kicked me out of the house. For good this time, she said she can’t put up with my chauvinism any more. All I told her was to get her ass back in the kitchen and make me a banana split and serve it to me naked.”
“Sounds like a reasonable request, so what happened?”
“She went into the kitchen, came back out with a frying pan of hot grease, threw the shit on me and kicked me in the balls, before shoving me out the door and calling me a fucking backward primate.”

You hold back some laughter, before speaking again.

“Tough break there Kong, but I guess you could look on the bright side, you’re back to your roots with no more cares anymore. Living free in the wild and all.”
“Are you on fucking crack Wolf? It sucks! You know when I lived on Skull Island I didn’t know any better, but in the last few days I’ve come to realize living in a warm HOUSE and sleeping in a bed is way better than living in the cold wild and sleeping on the ground where bugs crawl all over you!”

Kong’s remarks certainly have made you reconsider your previous nostalgia of the old days.

“Well, can’t you just make up with Nancy? Surely if she’s put up with you this long and if you apologized and did all that romantic crap she’d let you back in.”
“Don’t think so Wolf, I never was good at that, besides she’s got a restraining order on me too.”
”What else did you do to her?”
“Nothing! She’s just being a crazy bitch, that’s unwilling to listen to reason. Well unwilling to listen to me anyway. Hey Wolf, you’ve always been a smooth talker with ladies. Maybe you could talk some sense into her for me.”
“Uh, I dunno Kong I don’t really like getting into the middle of shit like this, don’t you have someplace else to stay, hey what about your cousin Joe?”
“I’m not staying with him! He’s a fucking fag!”
“Well, beggars can’t be chooser Kong, besides he’s your cousin it’s not like you have worry about him trying any ass pirate shit on you. I’m sure he’s got a nice house too.”
“Yeah, I guess…but I’d still prefer to go back to my own home, and I’m not sure if Joe would let me stay anyway. You gotta help me out Wolf, Nancy kicked me out with nothing, and I don’t even have any money in the bank. I don’t want to be living in the fucking wilderness again!”

You normally aren’t one to help someone for no reason, but there’s the fact that you don’t want him living that close to you, you don’t relish the idea of him taking big healthy dumps in a forest you live near, so to avoid wearing a clothespin on your nose for the rest of your time living here, you decide to help Kong.
> You go talk to Nancy
“Alright Kong I’ll go talk to Nancy.”
“Cool. You always had a better way with words than I did, more diplomatic.”
“That’s gotta be the first time I’ve ever heard someone call me diplomatic, but I’ll see what I can do, I’m not guaranteeing anything though.”

Kong gives you the address and you head back to your cabin where you get on you Harley and drive off. You have no plan whatsoever. You’re just going to fumble your way through and try to turn on the charm.

Eventually you get to the house which is huge, but then it would have to be to accommodate a couple of giants. You can’t even reach the doorbell, so you just kick the door and howl as loud as you can. A few minutes pass and you think you haven’t been heard, but eventually a colossal bald man with a towel wrapped around his waist opens the door, its Glenn. Well this was certainly unexpected. He looks down with a perturbed stare.

“Yeah, whadda you want?” he booms.
“Is Nancy home?”
“Whadda ya want with Nancy, hairball?”
“I have to talk to her, its important.”
“Yeah, well I say it isn’t, now get the fuck outta here!”
“Look, I’m not looking for trouble, just let me talk to Nancy it won’t take long.”
“It won’t take long because you ain’t gonna do it, now get the fuck outta here you fucking mutt!”
“Do you even know who I am?” you say starting to lose your temper.
“Yeah I do, and if you don’t get the fuck outta here I’m gonna know who you WERE!”

While you study his foot, and deciding which one of those big veins you’re going rip into before running off to hide, Nancy comes to the door in a silk robe. She’s kept herself in pretty good condition, either that, or the alien ray that hit her slowed down her aging process.

“Glenn, what’s going on…oh hello Wolf. What bring you here?”
“Hello Nancy, I need to talk to you for a moment.”
“Nancy you want me to get rid of this hairball?”
“No Glenn that’s not necessary, be nice.”
“Yeah whatever, look I’m leaving, I’ll be back later tonight so you be ready for another round of the amazing colossal dick! Har har har har!” Glenn at this point slaps Nancy hard on her ass, and walks out the door and down the street with just the towel around him!

“Uh, isn’t he forgetting something?”
“Yes, but its not the first time. One time he left without even a towel.”
“Yikes, that must’ve been a sight.”
“(Sigh) Not really, he’s isn’t nearly as colossal as he thinks…but anyway come on in.”

You enter the house and follow Nancy into the kitchen who makes herself some coffee. You look up at the table trying to figure out the best way to climb up there; Nancy unexpectedly picks you up and puts on it.

“Ohh your fur is so soft.” She says brushing her finger against your back. “So what did you have to tell me?”

“Its about Kong, he’s taken residence in a forest not too far away from my cabin, he says you kicked him out and he wants to come back home.”
“You have my sympathies, for getting him as a neighbor, but I’m not taking him back. I’ve put up with his shit for too long. I was an idiot thinking I could change him. Sometimes I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.”

Nancy’s pleasant demeanor has changed. This is a delicate situation, say the wrong thing and you could be in real danger.
> You ask her about Glenn
“So I see you’ve hooked up with Glenn, how’s that working out?” you ask.
“Oh its great…” she says. Her demeanor didn’t change.
“So is Glenn treating you any better?” you ask
“Well…uh…yeah! Yes he is…”
“That didn’t sound very convincing Nancy.”
“Okay, so he’s a dickhead too, but at least with him he goes home and I don’t have to slave over him on a regular basis.”
“Oh no, you just get treated like a cum bucket whenever he wants some pussy.”
“EXCUSE ME?!”
“Hey look, I’m just tellin’ it like it is. From what I can tell he isn’t exactly Mr. Right. Sheesh don’t you know the guy’s past? He’s fucking crazy.”
“Yeah, but I can change him…”
”This again? Look honey, your track record isn’t good as far as that goes. Besides you can’t change the insane.”
”(Sob!) I know! Why the hell do I keep doing this to myself! (Sob!)”

Oh shit, you just got yourself into some drama you didn’t want to; you try to change the subject back to Kong.

“Look, obviously Kong can’t be as bad as Colossal Asshole.”
“(Sniff) Oh no? He doesn’t do shit around the house and this is MY house! MY money paid for everything in here! If it wasn’t for me picking him up all those years ago he wouldn’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out! Fuck him! I’m sick of him taking me for granted. I just jumped from one abusive marriage to another!”
“Erm…Kong doesn’t beat you does he? Because if that’s the case then…”
“Oh no, he’s never done that. If that ever had happened, I would’ve kicked him out a long time ago.”
“Well, maybe I was wrong and you did change him a little then. I mean if you knew Kong back in the day, he had real temper problems. It seems like you did have some effect on him.”
“Maybe…”
“Look how about I go back and talk to…”

Suddenly the doorbell rings.

“Hold on Wolf let me get that.”

While you wait for Nancy to come back, you think you’re on the right track to convincing her to take back Kong. Then she arrives in the kitchen with some big ass roses and happily reading a card.

“Where the hell did you get those things? Hey are those from Kong?” you say hopefully.
“No.”
“They aren’t from Glenn are they?” you ask a little more worried.
“Pfft, yeah right.”
“So who are they from?”
“Oh they’re from Ymir, he probably had Joe specially grow them for me…he’s so sweet and sensitive.”
”You’re fucking Ymir too?!” you exclaim.
“No, he just leaves me presents with cards on my doorstep. He’s so shy, I wish he wasn’t though, because I wouldn’t mind seeing him. He writes the most romantic things…”

Nancy begins to day dream about Ymir and now you’re back at square one again. Still, you do wonder if she shouldn’t be with Ymir. Nancy does seem like a nice girl and she probably deserves better than Kong, and certainly deserves better than Glenn.
> You be a good Samaritan
Here’s your good deed for…well you can’t remember the last time you did one, but you’re doing one now.

“Nancy, you want me to find Ymir and talk to him?”
“You’d do that? Why yes! But how are you going to find him?”
“Please, I got an excellent sense of smell. I could find him if he was 20 miles from this house.”
“Well okay then, tell him I’m interested and he needn’t be shy.”

Nancy puts you down on the floor and opens the door for you. You know where the hell he’s at, Venusian isn’t a common smell on this planet and you aren’t going to have to go too far to find him. You walk around the corner of the house and see him hiding in the overgrown bushes looking into one of the windows. Big enough to hide him from Nancy, but not you since you can walk right in the things.

“So Ymir, are you actually ever going to talk to Nancy, or are you going to stalk her forever?”
“Argh! Wolf! I thought you were in the house! Um…did she get my roses?” Ymir asks surprised.
“Yeah she got them and she likes them, so why don’t you just talk to her already?”
“I dunno, she’s taller than me and…”
“Don’t mean shit! I went out with Mary and she was taller than me, and that wasn’t even including that ridiculous beehive hairstyle she had! Look I know for a fact she likes you, she told me to tell you as much. Now I was originally here to hook her back up with Kong…so are you gonna let me do that? Or are you gonna fuckin’ man up and go talk to the girl, because she’s got that Colossal asshole coming by later too.”
“Well, I guess I’ll try.”
“Dammit! Don’t try! Do! There is no try! You gotta go in there with all the confidence that you say in your love poems or whatever the hell you’ve been writing to her. Obviously you’ve got the words, now just say the shit to her in person.”

Ymir puffs up with pride.

“I’ll do it!”
“That’s the spirit. Now go in there and get your woman.”
“Hey wait, you think I’ll be big enough to um…”
”What? To fuck her? Shit I dunno, just lick her pussy a lot, she’ll be happy trust me.”

As you leave Ymir knocks on the door and Nancy opens it and gives him a big hug immediately. Looks like your work is done here. You drive back home.

You get back and walk to where Kong is. He’s sleeping again.

“Hey Kong wake up!”
“Hmm? Yeah, I’m up. So did you do it?”
“Nope, sorry. Couldn’t convince her.”
“Ah well it was a long shot. Guess we’re neighbors.”
“Guess so, see ya.”

Kong rolls over back to sleep and you go back to your cabin. A few days pass and just as you thought, a new “aroma” invades the area. You’re happy to take the damn comic convention job just to get away from the stink.

Just goes to show what you’ve always known:

“No good deed goes unpunished.”


“So I see you’ve hooked up with Glenn, how’s that working out?” you ask.
“Oh its great…” she says. Her demeanor didn’t change.
“So is Glenn treating you any better?” you ask
“Well…uh…yeah! Yes he is…”
“That didn’t sound very convincing Nancy.”
“Okay, so he’s a dickhead too, but at least with him he goes home and I don’t have to slave over him on a regular basis.”
“Oh no, you just get treated like a cum bucket whenever he wants some pussy.”
“EXCUSE ME?!”
“Hey look, I’m just tellin’ it like it is. From what I can tell he isn’t exactly Mr. Right. Sheesh don’t you know the guy’s past? He’s fucking crazy.”
“Yeah, but I can change him…”
”This again? Look honey, your track record isn’t good as far as that goes. Besides you can’t change the insane.”
”(Sob!) I know! Why the hell do I keep doing this to myself! (Sob!)”

Oh shit, you just got yourself into some drama you didn’t want to; you try to change the subject back to Kong.

“Look, obviously Kong can’t be as bad as Colossal Asshole.”
“(Sniff) Oh no? He doesn’t do shit around the house and this is MY house! MY money paid for everything in here! If it wasn’t for me picking him up all those years ago he wouldn’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out! Fuck him! I’m sick of him taking me for granted. I just jumped from one abusive marriage to another!”
“Erm…Kong doesn’t beat you does he? Because if that’s the case then…”
“Oh no, he’s never done that. If that ever had happened, I would’ve kicked him out a long time ago.”
“Well, maybe I was wrong and you did change him a little then. I mean if you knew Kong back in the day, he had real temper problems. It seems like you did have some effect on him.”
“Maybe…”
“Look how about I go back and talk to…”

Suddenly the doorbell rings.

“Hold on Wolf let me get that.”

While you wait for Nancy to come back, you think you’re on the right track to convincing her to take back Kong. Then she arrives in the kitchen with some big ass roses and happily reading a card.

“Where the hell did you get those things? Hey are those from Kong?” you say hopefully.
“No.”
“They aren’t from Glenn are they?” you ask a little more worried.
“Pfft, yeah right.”
“So who are they from?”
“Oh they’re from Ymir, he probably had Joe specially grow them for me…he’s so sweet and sensitive.”
”You’re fucking Ymir too?!” you exclaim.
“No, he just leaves me presents with cards on my doorstep. He’s so shy, I wish he wasn’t though, because I wouldn’t mind seeing him. He writes the most romantic things…”

Nancy begins to day dream about Ymir and now you’re back at square one again. Still, you do wonder if she shouldn’t be with Ymir. Nancy does seem like a nice girl and she probably deserves better than Kong, and certainly deserves better than Glenn.
> You convince her to take Kong back
Nope you were here to help Kong and that’s what you’re going to do, for good or bad.

“See? See what I’m saying Nancy? You’re doing it again! You’re falling for the romantic bit. Ymir’s just saying all that shit to get on your good side.”
“You think so?”
“Hell yeah! A lot of guys do it; you should know that by now! Look, I’ve used the same damn routine on several occasions until I just got too fucking lazy and decided it was too much trouble!”
“I suppose you’re right, but why would he be too shy to show up? Surely it can’t all be an act.”
“Hey, guy can do anything to get the pussy. Of course maybe it isn’t an act, and he’s just a creepy stalker type. You ever think of that? Maybe hiding and secretly spying on you! He is smaller than you, you know.”

Nancy looks a bit worried by that revelation.

“Eek! I never even thought of that!”
”See? That’s why you shouldn’t even consider getting with Ymir and should go back with Kong, at least you know where you stand with him.”
“Maybe…but what about Glenn?”
“What?! Hell no! You don’t want him, he’s a fucking nutball! Maybe Kong’s not the most sensitive, but at least you can reason with him. He can’t be all bad; you have stayed married all these years.”
“I guess you’re right. Maybe I overreacted…okay you can tell Kong he can come back, but he’s going to have to stop saying some of the shit he says to me!”
“I’ll tell him.”

Nancy puts you back on the floor and opens the door for you to leave. You get back on your bike and ride back home to where Kong is munching on some leaves in a bored fashion.

“Hey Kong…what the fuck man? You eat every leaf in the fucking forest?”
“Just the ones in the immediate area…what? I was hungry!”
”Well, you can get yourself a home cooked meal now, Nancy’s willing to take you back, BUT you need to at least act a little less like an asshole. Tell her you love her and all that shit every now and then.”
“Aw man…”
”Jesus fuckin’ Christ Kong it ain’t that hard! Hell she’s doing everything for your broke ass. I wish I was that fuckin’ lucky! You oughta be a little bit appreciative! She’s got other giants after her already.”
“What?! Oh shit! I guess I better watch myself.”
“Guess you better, okay then off you go.”
“Hey thanks Wolf, I won’t forget this, when Nancy gives me my weekly allowance I’ll make sure to have a check sent to you.”

He takes his leave and you head back home, not really expecting anything from Kong, a few days later when you’re dreading having to take that comic convention job, you get a check in the mail, its from Kong just like he promised.

Hooray, you can avoid being a guest speaker for a bunch of nerds for at least another year!


“So I see you’ve hooked up with Glenn, how’s that working out?” you ask.
“Oh its great…” she says. Her demeanor didn’t change.
“So is Glenn treating you any better?” you ask
“Well…uh…yeah! Yes he is…”
“That didn’t sound very convincing Nancy.”
“Okay, so he’s a dickhead too, but at least with him he goes home and I don’t have to slave over him on a regular basis.”
“Oh no, you just get treated like a cum bucket whenever he wants some pussy.”
“EXCUSE ME?!”
“Hey look, I’m just tellin’ it like it is. From what I can tell he isn’t exactly Mr. Right. Sheesh don’t you know the guy’s past? He’s fucking crazy.”
“Yeah, but I can change him…”
”This again? Look honey, your track record isn’t good as far as that goes. Besides you can’t change the insane.”
”(Sob!) I know! Why the hell do I keep doing this to myself! (Sob!)”

Oh shit, you just got yourself into some drama you didn’t want to; you try to change the subject back to Kong.

“Look, obviously Kong can’t be as bad as Colossal Asshole.”
“(Sniff) Oh no? He doesn’t do shit around the house and this is MY house! MY money paid for everything in here! If it wasn’t for me picking him up all those years ago he wouldn’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out! Fuck him! I’m sick of him taking me for granted. I just jumped from one abusive marriage to another!”
“Erm…Kong doesn’t beat you does he? Because if that’s the case then…”
“Oh no, he’s never done that. If that ever had happened, I would’ve kicked him out a long time ago.”
“Well, maybe I was wrong and you did change him a little then. I mean if you knew Kong back in the day, he had real temper problems. It seems like you did have some effect on him.”
“Maybe…”
“Look how about I go back and talk to…”

Suddenly the doorbell rings.

“Hold on Wolf let me get that.”

While you wait for Nancy to come back, you think you’re on the right track to convincing her to take back Kong. Then she arrives in the kitchen with some big ass roses and happily reading a card.

“Where the hell did you get those things? Hey are those from Kong?” you say hopefully.
“No.”
“They aren’t from Glenn are they?” you ask a little more worried.
“Pfft, yeah right.”
“So who are they from?”
“Oh they’re from Ymir, he probably had Joe specially grow them for me…he’s so sweet and sensitive.”
”You’re fucking Ymir too?!” you exclaim.
“No, he just leaves me presents with cards on my doorstep. He’s so shy, I wish he wasn’t though, because I wouldn’t mind seeing him. He writes the most romantic things…”

Nancy begins to day dream about Ymir and now you’re back at square one again. Still, you do wonder if she shouldn’t be with Ymir. Nancy does seem like a nice girl and she probably deserves better than Kong, and certainly deserves better than Glenn.
> You memories (Ymir)
The Beast From Space: Ymir

You don’t know too much about Ymir, all you mainly know is he’s originally from Venus. He never really fit in with the rest of the monsters mainly due to his height, he wasn’t small enough to hang out with the likes of you and Fagula, but he wasn’t big enough to hang out with the giants like Kong.

It was because of this, he tried a little harder to prove he could be just as destructive as the bigger giants in movies, but as far as his private life was concerned he didn’t cause any mayhem at all.

Most directors loved working with him.


“Alright Kong I’ll go talk to Nancy.”
“Cool. You always had a better way with words than I did, more diplomatic.”
“That’s gotta be the first time I’ve ever heard someone call me diplomatic, but I’ll see what I can do, I’m not guaranteeing anything though.”

Kong gives you the address and you head back to your cabin where you get on you Harley and drive off. You have no plan whatsoever. You’re just going to fumble your way through and try to turn on the charm.

Eventually you get to the house which is huge, but then it would have to be to accommodate a couple of giants. You can’t even reach the doorbell, so you just kick the door and howl as loud as you can. A few minutes pass and you think you haven’t been heard, but eventually a colossal bald man with a towel wrapped around his waist opens the door, its Glenn. Well this was certainly unexpected. He looks down with a perturbed stare.

“Yeah, whadda you want?” he booms.
“Is Nancy home?”
“Whadda ya want with Nancy, hairball?”
“I have to talk to her, its important.”
“Yeah, well I say it isn’t, now get the fuck outta here!”
“Look, I’m not looking for trouble, just let me talk to Nancy it won’t take long.”
“It won’t take long because you ain’t gonna do it, now get the fuck outta here you fucking mutt!”
“Do you even know who I am?” you say starting to lose your temper.
“Yeah I do, and if you don’t get the fuck outta here I’m gonna know who you WERE!”

While you study his foot, and deciding which one of those big veins you’re going rip into before running off to hide, Nancy comes to the door in a silk robe. She’s kept herself in pretty good condition, either that, or the alien ray that hit her slowed down her aging process.

“Glenn, what’s going on…oh hello Wolf. What bring you here?”
“Hello Nancy, I need to talk to you for a moment.”
“Nancy you want me to get rid of this hairball?”
“No Glenn that’s not necessary, be nice.”
“Yeah whatever, look I’m leaving, I’ll be back later tonight so you be ready for another round of the amazing colossal dick! Har har har har!” Glenn at this point slaps Nancy hard on her ass, and walks out the door and down the street with just the towel around him!

“Uh, isn’t he forgetting something?”
“Yes, but its not the first time. One time he left without even a towel.”
“Yikes, that must’ve been a sight.”
“(Sigh) Not really, he’s isn’t nearly as colossal as he thinks…but anyway come on in.”

You enter the house and follow Nancy into the kitchen who makes herself some coffee. You look up at the table trying to figure out the best way to climb up there; Nancy unexpectedly picks you up and puts on it.

“Ohh your fur is so soft.” She says brushing her finger against your back. “So what did you have to tell me?”

“Its about Kong, he’s taken residence in a forest not too far away from my cabin, he says you kicked him out and he wants to come back home.”
“You have my sympathies, for getting him as a neighbor, but I’m not taking him back. I’ve put up with his shit for too long. I was an idiot thinking I could change him. Sometimes I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.”

Nancy’s pleasant demeanor has changed. This is a delicate situation, say the wrong thing and you could be in real danger.
> You continue to talk to her about Kong
“Look he says he’s really sorry. Why don’t you just give him a second chance?” you continue to press the issue.
“I said NO and if he sent you here to convince me then you can go right back and tell him you fuckin’ failed!”
“Oh so Glenn’s such a better choice huh? I though you were supposed to be a feminist. Usually those types are smart, you’re about as bright as a fucking busted nightlight!”
“Get the fuck outta my house, you fuckin’ males are all alike! Trying to boss us around and tell us what to do!”
“Yeah, yeah fine I’m outta here, enjoy bein’ Glenn’s fuck toy. I swear you bitches never know what the fuck you want…”

That last remark gets you a hard slap from Nancy. You go flying from the table and through the window and continue flying until you hit a tree. You then fall to the ground in a heap. You attempt to stand back up, but you’re very woozy. You see Kong sitting nearby watching you try to regain your balance. She must’ve knocked you back to where you started!

“Well let me guess, she’s not taking me back.” He says
“Got it in one Kong.” You say and then fall unconscious.


“Alright Kong I’ll go talk to Nancy.”
“Cool. You always had a better way with words than I did, more diplomatic.”
“That’s gotta be the first time I’ve ever heard someone call me diplomatic, but I’ll see what I can do, I’m not guaranteeing anything though.”

Kong gives you the address and you head back to your cabin where you get on you Harley and drive off. You have no plan whatsoever. You’re just going to fumble your way through and try to turn on the charm.

Eventually you get to the house which is huge, but then it would have to be to accommodate a couple of giants. You can’t even reach the doorbell, so you just kick the door and howl as loud as you can. A few minutes pass and you think you haven’t been heard, but eventually a colossal bald man with a towel wrapped around his waist opens the door, its Glenn. Well this was certainly unexpected. He looks down with a perturbed stare.

“Yeah, whadda you want?” he booms.
“Is Nancy home?”
“Whadda ya want with Nancy, hairball?”
“I have to talk to her, its important.”
“Yeah, well I say it isn’t, now get the fuck outta here!”
“Look, I’m not looking for trouble, just let me talk to Nancy it won’t take long.”
“It won’t take long because you ain’t gonna do it, now get the fuck outta here you fucking mutt!”
“Do you even know who I am?” you say starting to lose your temper.
“Yeah I do, and if you don’t get the fuck outta here I’m gonna know who you WERE!”

While you study his foot, and deciding which one of those big veins you’re going rip into before running off to hide, Nancy comes to the door in a silk robe. She’s kept herself in pretty good condition, either that, or the alien ray that hit her slowed down her aging process.

“Glenn, what’s going on…oh hello Wolf. What bring you here?”
“Hello Nancy, I need to talk to you for a moment.”
“Nancy you want me to get rid of this hairball?”
“No Glenn that’s not necessary, be nice.”
“Yeah whatever, look I’m leaving, I’ll be back later tonight so you be ready for another round of the amazing colossal dick! Har har har har!” Glenn at this point slaps Nancy hard on her ass, and walks out the door and down the street with just the towel around him!

“Uh, isn’t he forgetting something?”
“Yes, but its not the first time. One time he left without even a towel.”
“Yikes, that must’ve been a sight.”
“(Sigh) Not really, he’s isn’t nearly as colossal as he thinks…but anyway come on in.”

You enter the house and follow Nancy into the kitchen who makes herself some coffee. You look up at the table trying to figure out the best way to climb up there; Nancy unexpectedly picks you up and puts on it.

“Ohh your fur is so soft.” She says brushing her finger against your back. “So what did you have to tell me?”

“Its about Kong, he’s taken residence in a forest not too far away from my cabin, he says you kicked him out and he wants to come back home.”
“You have my sympathies, for getting him as a neighbor, but I’m not taking him back. I’ve put up with his shit for too long. I was an idiot thinking I could change him. Sometimes I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.”

Nancy’s pleasant demeanor has changed. This is a delicate situation, say the wrong thing and you could be in real danger.
> You memories (Glenn)
The Amazing Colossal Man: Glenn Manning

Glenn was just another normal human who got “monsterized” through technology. A common theme during the 1950s. In this case it was a good old nuclear explosion and radiation that steadily caused him to grow into a giant.

Given that he was soldier, the army was hoping to use him as some kind of weapon, but that was quickly dismissed due to his growing mental instability. Glenn, hadn’t been known to be stable anyway, he’d come close to a Section 8 a couple times before becoming a giant. It was only due to his coming from a proud military family that he’d avoided such a dismissal. Now that he was a 50ft freak, he just went crazier than a shithouse rat sitting in the hot sun. He wreaked havoc and again, it was only because of his influential family that he wasn’t killed and merely captured and heavily drugged instead.

He was ultimately institutionalized and kept heavily doped up for a majority of his life, and let out for periods of time. A few agents wanted to use him in a series of movies, but most attempts were failures. He was either too doped up to act properly, or not doped up enough to act civilized.

In his later years he became a little more subdued and was released permanently, but still had to take medication.