Talking a nice calm walk through the sleepy hills of Whittier, CA when you feel a foul-hot breath on the back of your neck. Now imagine that you are in fight for life and the only thing you can do is try to outrun ... try ... try ... to out-step the great monster: the WOLFEMANN of WHITTIER.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! (That's me howling a rejoicing howl for you my brother!).
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