Your hair is pushing out of your scalp faster than you can brush it out. You look like some sort of deranged hippie, straight from a nuke protest. You're growing stronger, and taller, and kind of resemble your older brother, who's at least in his twenties. The costume, which was loose on your limber figure, is now threatening to rip apart like the Incredible Hulk's, and your face is growing very indistinguishable. The sprouting of a tail is enough to confirm you're definitely the Wolf Man.
The fear is closing in on you, but so is your animal instinct. The store is going to close in 5 minutes. You need to think fast.
Do you try to huff it out of the store, and hope to high heaven this is all a creepy dream?
Or, do you stick around until closing, and see if that sulky clerk has anything to say.
Every second that ticks away, you're losing more and more of your human rationale. Any time wasted, and you might give in to the beast...
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