The Swamp Thing hated, I mean with livid

The Swamp Thing hated, I mean with livid heat, hated Zydeco music. In fact, once someone showed him an accordion and

the ensuing mayhem nearly cost him his spot at the "Cajan Cousins=Brothers Home for Neglected Subhumanoids"He was forced to attend an anger management seminar with Hulk,Frankenstei

n Jr. & unfamiliar faces including that one transplant dude from Supernatural. The group was hosted by a keenly groomed wolfman, who surprised him as a pretty motivational speaker.

The way that the wolf man motivated the group was old-fashioned but effective. He dragged the person next to him out of his chair and bit his neck in two. He felt so motivated that

He brought in wolf's hunger pizzas from Dante's. It was delivered instead of going to hell. These pizzas had three meats with onions and garlic. The wolfman had a craving for some

dragging behind his disfigured body like a spiderweb. He was very happy indeed.

"Why..." How do you end up like this? I carried him all the way to the next block, and throw him into a trash can.

His eyes glassed as he beheld me, hands reaching for me with infantile strength, wounded dog want. The faintest whine, "why not?" Then I closed the lid on him, beloved lad, before

the spitting would come, before the sickness, before the blood and before the maggots. I closed the lid on death. But death would not forget about me.