" Hey Nathan." A baritone voice crowed behind me. " The fuck you think you're doing? Why did you gather everybody early? I clearly said in that note we were to wait for the full moon, when we all change." I had forgotten about Big D's long standing belief that every homeless person was a werewolf. Of course! It all made perfect sense now.

" Well, Nathan, I guess you really fucked this shit up. It's gonna be another two, three years before we get enough homeless people to stage this thing, let alone find a midget we can pin the blame on."

" Look, D. It's been a fun ride but really I have a job to do. Can I see your gun a moment?"

Big D recoiled. He sensed something was off about me, I sensed it too.

" What you want my gun for?"

" I want to shoot you in the head and tell everyone you're really Crow. Then I can collect my paycheck from Wal*Mart and hop the next flight to Los Angeles. I've been itching to kill you since the moment I heard you speak. There will be no greater relief than to see you fall lifelessly to the ground." I thought, Oh, no reason. I just want to make sure you got the standard issue pistol. If it's the right kind we don't need to wait for a midget, we just need fresh recruits.

Big D stared at me blankly, fingering his holster. Shit! Did I just do that backwards? I can't tell, it's been so long since I've had my medication.

" Say Big D, what did I say just---"
THE END (really)