She adjusted the water bottles. Straightening

She adjusted the water bottles. Straightening the Odwalla juices was a constant headache. When she restacked the premade sandwiches she stopped. In the case was a bloody finger

sandwich. However did THAT get out of place? She was certain to keep the watercress-and-human-finger sandwiches in the OTHER case for her zombie patrons. Quickly, she returned it.

Maybe it was how the hair on his chin extended all the way up to his widow's peak, which was only visible because it was slightly longer. If teen wolf had binged on turpentine, he

would be live today as that was a secret ingredient of longevity among the Homo Canis Lupus - or werewolves. It also kept them smelling pine fresh, which helped with

the Wereladies - or Homo Canis Lupi. The female werefolk were pretty irrational, but positively loony during high tide.

Irrational by human standards, that is. The werewolf women spent much of their time posing dramatically for calendar spreads, wielding spears (though they were peaceful), jumping

rope, and gossiping about werewolf men. They rarely, if ever, hunted. The werewolf men, on the other hand, spent most of their time planning what to do during the next full moon.

"As you can see we increased our per capita sheep savaging but cattle was down. Let's get those numbers up. Next slide please. Silver bullets are trading higher, which is good.

Harry, your zombie attack setup was excellent. That little charade really took the spotlight off us & bought some time. We should be ready for full attack by about July 2012."