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WEREWOLF MEETS VAMPIRE GIRL (12) THE WERECOYOTE, ADAM
Within the ergonomically, quasi-exotic interior of an awesome-engineered rice-burner with Heads, Cowl Induction, and Re-Designed Exhaust to meet Al Gore's tax happy Emission Standards in parts of 'em USA (Earth be Tuff), sits Kitty and Adam, both aglow by way of Internal Cockpit Light.
KITTY
Ya saved me babe.
ADAM
Got a smoke?
KITTY
My skin, what!?! Nor sugar or Sun-Worshiping--I get my Vitamin D outta the bottle.
ADAM
I'm furry sometimes--so, skin isn't everything Kitty.
KITTY
Young, misguided werewolf eh?
ADAM
Ya got me all wrong girl. I'm guided by ignorance and eternal canine heritage. Truly, I rode around in my Grand-Father's Sac of Testosterone. Too, werecoyote to be exact--I'm a coward, but I'm good at it.
ADAM PENCIL CRAYON ART:
