The Creature Calamity Club

[Sgt Floyd]

Rex: It's just an option. Do you want to be turned into a werebull? We could cure both of you once we get the milk. We would just have to cure you before Johnny gets pregnant and stuck in werecow form...

Fang: *calls from another room* Rex, that's disgusting...you really have lost your mind since that coyote incident

*meanehile, just sits outside happily eating grass*

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

-_-
I go look for him...

*leave the room and start looking for Johnny, eventually finding him outside*

 

[Misskermie]

*wakes up*
Where am I?

Luke: Your new house. You fainted after we showed you.

Kat: We also took the liberty of putting your new adress on your apartment door, and moving anything you might have had into here.

I love you guys.

 

[Sgt Floyd]

*still just sitting there, eating grass*

*meanwhile*

Fang: Honestly, Rex. Why did you say that? I know you are excited to get werecow milk, but that was totally not the right thing to even suggest. Let it come with time.

Rex: But

Fang: I don't want to hear it. Rex, your ideas have been getting crazier and crazier. And not in a good way. I think you need to retire.

Rex: I do not need to retire!

Fang: You need someone younger to take over. You cannot keep dealing with this stress. It's gone to your brain...

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

*approach Johnny*
Hey... how're you feeling?

 

[Sgt Floyd]

*moos and just eats grass*

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

Come on, let's get you back inside...

 

[Sgt Floyd]

*sits there stubbornly*

*Fang finally makes his way outside*

Fang: Oh good...you found him...here, put this bridle on him and try to lead him inside. I'm sorry about Rex...I think maybe stress is starting to get to him. He didn't like it when I told him he should retire...

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

*take the bridle*
Thanks.

*put it on Johnny*

And it's alright, you don't have to apologize, Fang. We just have to make sure Rex doesn't do anything :/

*try to lead Johnny back inide*

 

[Sgt Floyd]

*moos and pulls back, fighting Yuna*

Fang: *sigh* Wereanimals are so complicated. If you were born one, then you usually have total control over yourself. If not...well...it could go one of many ways...seems like in this case he's just acting like a cow...the important thing is that we get him to stop eating...