<strong>Anima (LA)</strong><br/><br/>"Yeah, that preachy bitch hauled ass outta here. It's just you and me, sweetheart. Some people call me the Animal. Seems about right, huh?"<br/><br/>He crudely grabbed his massive genitals with an equally huge paw, snickering like he had said the wittiest thing ever. In a way, Shaman behaved like a rebellious teenager that stole the family car. But that body was all woman, which is what was important to the Animal.<br/><br/>"You can call me Jack if you want, since we're pals and all."<br/><br/>The Animal didn't know where that name came from, it just seemed like it was always his. Just like it seemed like he had always been around, just waiting for that day in Malibu to get out. Now that he was here, he intended to make the most of it.<br/><br/>"We gonna bail or what? Yer lightning is cool but my fur is getting soaked."<br/><br/>