Tiny organic sigils roiled and mumbled in

Tiny organic sigils roiled and mumbled in his new corpus. "Frocking incarnation randomizer!" He had hoped to become a spider crystal of Arcturus -- but no. Human again, despite

This is what Matthew McConaughey thought as he swam around in the confusion of a 4th dimension vortex behind his daughter's bookcase. He needed to communicate with her but

ton pin. If she knew what those letters actually stood for she wouldn't be wearing it. Matthew McConaughey focused his mind and coaxed from the shelf a glossy magazine.

"Anything I can do not to find one with me on the cover. I'm so sick of being this popular. Just once I'd like to read a human interest story or someone's grandmother's recipe for

werewolf jerky. Said to make you wild and more popular than ever.” I read the label.

I read further, "Werewolf Jerky, (when eaten responsibly) will give that pep you need for walking in the moonlight or pulling an all-nighter. FDA states that this product shouldn't

turn you into a werewolf, but that they're just guessing about that." That was enough to reassure me, so I immediately ate the entire bag of werewolf jerky. Then all of a sudden I

felt a snout growing from my face and a tail growing from my back-side. "Mistake! Does anyone have any silver bullet jerky?" A passing nun wordlessly handed me some. It was too

hard for me to eat