The werewolf laughs evilly and sits on the floor.
"What are you doing?" you ask.
The werewolf let out a tiny, sustained fart for a few seconds before it suddenly became audible and loud. It was very stinky too; smelled like rotten pickled eggs.
"Perfect for wreckin' and stinkin'!" he laughed.
"WHAT!!!"
The werewolf dragged his ass across the carpet, continuously farting until the whole floor began to reek of his rancid fart. He stopped farting and got off the floor, looking around your house to see what else he could mess up. He rushed into the fridge and found two large slices of cake still left over from the previous night.
"Hey! Don't eat that!"
"Oh, I'm not going to eat it..." he laughs evilly.
The wolf throws both pieces of cake onto the ground and then places both feet into them, wearing the creamy soft pastry like a pair of socks.
"No! That was the cake my girlfriend gave me for my birthday!"
"Well, I hope you like eating it with my toe jam and foot hair stuck inside!"
"Get your stinky feet out my damn cake right now!!" you shout.
"Hmm...no. I'm gonna walk around your house in them and cover everything in chocolate!"
The werewolf starts to run around your home, splattering frosting and cake mush all over the floor. Then he got on top of your couch and began to hop up and down like a monkey, ruining the couch as well. He then looks down and realizes that the cake is gone and his feet are exposed yet again.
"Okay, now for Phase 3!!"
"What...what's Phase 3?" you ask warily.
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