The Creature Calamity Club

[Sgt Floyd]

*after a while longer, is down to a bit less than what his rat form weighs*

*is about to pass out*

Can't...do it...anymore! So...much....pain....

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

We better let him rest; I don't want him to pass out...

 

[Sgt Floyd]

Fang: But we are so close. Look at how much weight he's lost already!

*sits on a chair, soaking in sweat*

Easy to say when you are used to working out...and i didn't even know I could sweat...

Fang: Want to call it a day?

YES...*groans*

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

It was really good, though.

*approach Johnny and lightly stroke his hair*
How about a shower before you get a pretzel?

 

[Sgt Floyd]

PRETZEL!

*teleports home and quickly gets in the shower*

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

"Pretzel" seems to be a magic word for Johnny...

 

[Sgt Floyd]

Fang: It could be worse

*a few minutes later, he teleports back, dressed in his normal clothes, but they still look really tight*

If only I could get my clothes to change size like they do when I transform into my non bat forms

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

True

*after Johnny returned*
Then you would never work out if you could get your clothes to change sizes

 

[Sgt Floyd]

I wouldn't have to work out if I didn't turn into a werecow

Pretzel now?

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

Next time, I joke you could have a feline demon somewhere among your ancestors

Sure, you earned them after all