*I'm not going to write myself into this story...yet*
AOOOOWWWLLL! A high-pitched howl pierced the air.
Omar, the dead lawyer, was now a zombified werewolf! He couldn't hold his head up straight, his neck being broken. The gaping neck wound was oozing not blood, but a glowing green substance. His legs had turned into a Great Dane's hind quarters, and his trousers fell off to reveal an impressive piece of 'equipment'.
Richard Simmons gasped in horror and awe.
The lawyer-werewolf pounced on Richard and...
Voice: "OH DEAR GOD!"
Sugar: "This is so wrong..."
Phoenix: "WHERE AM I???"
Brad: "Hey, what the f*ck is going on out there?"
Elvenlass: "Well, that's one way to describe it..OW!"
To describe the scene would go beyond the boundaries of human decency, yet Richard's screams from being 'taken' by the beast shattered the iron bars. Suddenly, the aerobics instructor burst in a spray of blood and guts, leaving only the were-wolf behind *whoops, no pun intended*
Sys: "Yeah, right*
OleanderWhoosh: "Um...that was interesting...what'd I miss?"
Voice: "Damn you, TW'ers! I dare you to find me! Happy hunting...ha ha HA!!"
The space around them shifted like liquid again. Instead of the fallen iron bars, the TW'ers found themselves inside....
Don't understand me, just love me