Werewolves, werewolves werewolves. No, I’m not keyword-stuffing - I’m speaking in a condescending tone to werewolves everywhere. Why do you play with our hearts so? Why do you tease us with your spectacular supernatural abilities, only to rip our eyeballs out and eat our throats when we get too close? We humans are just human, after all.

But I guess that means you….are just werewolf. And I thought we could make it.

So I got a Plush Werewolf to sleep with at night.

And I even made friends with other weirdos who like plush werwolves. (It’s becoming a national craze! Like being a flapper or hula-hooping!)

Now, I need a good plush vampire to go along with him…because vampires also rule.