Allen sat poised and ready. Before him was the sum of his life’s ambitions: Julia. She lay before him like a white wheat field, ready to be harvested. He licked his lips and dove in.

Allen’s eyes snapped open. Around him, darkness stabbed out any hope of ever having a girl, much less Julia. For you see, Allen was a nerd. His skin was the pastiest of white, his eyes big and sunken from absorbing all the cathoud rays. I need to play Halo, thought Allen as his tired toes touched the hardwood floor.

“You need to die.”

“What the ff…” Allen cut himself short. He knew that voice. The moon snatched him a glimpse of what sounded like Scooby Doo and the devil. The hooks shined forth, but not for long. Wolfhook buried them deep in the geek’s bony side. “WAAAAH!” yelled Allen. His blood was spilling. Wolfhook let his arm linger for a moment longer, listened to the darkness drip down. The feasting began. Flesh flew every diredction as razor teeth dug into Allen’s limp corpse. Wolfhook licked his chops, tasted the blood.

“Don’t fret Allen,” said Wolfhook. “In a way, your dream will soon be answered. You two will be locked together for eternity… in my STOMACH!”