The man found himself standing at A 300 ft. cliff in the middle of no where. With only ripped clothes on his back.<stop>

He yelled, “Not again. Why does this always happen every week.” He reminded himself to not eat his wife’s meatloaf again.<stop>

But i was too late! The meat loaf was in his stomach and he began to change into the beast which he feared. He screamed<stop>

in pain as the potion took effect. he was slowly starting to lose his train of thought as his carnal<stop>

hunger took over. As he scaled down th ecliff constintly looking but never finding he moves faster and faser witht the clawing need to find it.At about the half way point he finally spots it. Its beautiful, shiny exterior<stop>

there in the mountains crevas was the tupperware that his meatloaf-assasin of a wife insisted he bring back! “Women,” he thought “always nagging about their tupperware”<stop>

“I better get on home to the ol’ ball and chain,” he thought as began to head north towards homebound.