Hey, Cormac. You ever have to deal with a PMSing werewolf?

It’s only a scratch, don’t cut my arm off!

I imagined calling in to my own radio show: Yeah hi, I'm a werewolf, and I'm stuck in a cabin in the woods with another werewolf and a werewolf hunter.

A lot of what we're doing here deals with perception rather than truth. Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.

You're lucky to have a friend who will kill for you." So. I once had a friend who died for me, and now one who killed for me. Why didn't I feel lucky?

Cormac interrupted. 'Maybe I oughta shoot you both, put you both out of your misery.

All you know is what you think you know, but that isn't always what's real.