I'm sorry

I'm sorry

If I told you none of this would have happened

. I could've told you the stove was hot, but you always have to touch it yourself. Now you howl when the moon is full. Serves you right for making fun of that gypsy.

Yes it did, and now I would cross my werewolf paws with that gypsy's blood. It meant another daytrip to Manhattan, so I did some research first. It turned out that "Madame Vadoma"

was a former werewolf herself, maybe she had a way to make things better for me, maybe even cure me if things got too bad. I saved my money and went there. Meeting up I discovered

I went to a KFC restaurant, and the smell of chicken hit my nose. I couldn't hold myself counted my money desperatly and ordered a 64-piece bucket. When i opened it I saw

a rat sitting among the pitiful remains of my KFC meal. I stomped to the counter "Excuse me! My name is Karen, I have a pixie cut, 2 children and a divorce. Where's the manager!"

The KFC employee listened to Karen point out each clue that this moment was inevitable. Karen did have a pixie cut & 2 kids. She would have to take Karen's word about the divorce.

"Get out of this marriage," yelled the KFC clerk, "..or are you chicken?" Karen stepped back, alarmed. She knew she was chicken. She knew she was fried, and finger-lickin' good.