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"Woof!" said the dog, besmirching not only Doug Andrew's mother but also his good looks and taste in music.

Doug Andrew cried, still flopping.

The dog thought he could really use a hot dog; perhaps, he imagined, the faux-cannibalism would make him feel better.

The dog walked angrily to the hot dog stand, and barked at the vendor.

The vendor became incredibly distressed as he realized that he had no idea how to run a hot dog stand.

"Hooo" he said, pulling off his mask to reveal that he was a spider monkey.

A small crowd starts to gather around the hot dog stand to watch the cute animal argument.

NEW RULE: If there are no new posts on this thread for at least a week, anyone is allowed to start a new chapter with a new sentence, and I'll make a table of contents on the first post linking to that chapter. (Put "CHAPTER [x]" in bold please)

CHAPTER 2

"Wow!" Jane said in astonishment as she lifted her eyes from the microscope.

"I never knew gut microbiota could be so interesting!"

Suddenly, Jane shed a few tears in memory of her dumb cousin twice removed, Doug Andrew.

She picked up the tear-stained newspaper, the headline reading "LOCAL MAN TURNS OUT TO BE FISH, DROWNS ON LAND".

"What an idiot," she choked.

Jane vowed to discover a new gut microbe and name it in memory of her stupid cousin.

At that very moment, Jane's perpetually messy lab assistant (who was secretly a werewolf, although honestly it wasn't a very well-kept secret) walked in.

"Hey, Jane, could you order another 30 chimps for my, uh, experiment?" Constantine queried, his stomach rumbling.

Suddenly, Jane snapped at him, "Another 30 chimps? There aren't even 30 chimps left on the planet after you killed the rest!"

“Uh... just 15 then?”

"No, you may not have any chimps," Jane said to Constantine, "Use an animal that's not nearly extinct, please?"

"No, you may not have any chimps," Jane said to Constantine, "Use an animal that's not nearly extinct, please?"

“GIVE ME CHIMPS. ONLY CHIMPS CAN SUSTAIN ME.”

Oh shit the sun's going down and tonight it's the FULL MOON.

Constantine fell to his knees, gasping while rifling quickly through his pockets.

"Looking for this?" Jane asked with a smirk, as she held up a lycanthropy epipen, its shadow falling on Constantine's face.

"Ah, yeah, thanks," he said, taking it as she offered it over, "I was afraid I'd eat you tonight without that."

"As if you could," she retorted, "know your place."

Constantine will remember that retort.