You say “hahaha, Jon, that’s sweet! Where’d you get all the hair?” Jon howls and lunges at you. You giggle as his teeth test around your neck for your jugular. “Good make-up dude, can you even breathe?” you ask as teeth begin to pierce your neck.
Suddenly, you’re not quite so jovial. “Jon!” You scream as a large chunk of flesh is ripped off of your body. “What the hell?!”
It has become pretty evident that this is not your friend Jon. This is a real-ass werewolf.
