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The bizarre transformation from CoDzilla to CoD startled Panakeia. Even more so Alli's attempted conversation with the fish. What could Anakron possibly be up to now? Did CoD have special information about werewolves, being a movie monster himself, or was this just another distraction?
Suddenly, Nilp jumped to his feet. Throwing the bare, tooth-marked bone to the ground, he screamed, "I'm a werewolf! Can't you tell? Lynch me now." He pulled out a long quill pen. "Here, I'll make it easy for you." Nilp scratched a message into the dusty ground. ++NILPARION FELAGUND "I'll vote for myself." Then, Nilp's frame contorted wildly, engaged in a battle with itself.
"Stop that. You'll get us killed." His left hand reached to slap his right. And his right hand snatched his left.
"That's what I want, Adam."
"You're both crazy."
"Shut up, Alice."
As Panakeia stared, Nilp (Adam? Alice??) began to roll, writhing on the ground, mumbling and shouting incoherently.
"Do you see what I mean? We can't afford this distraction. I'm sure that some of you will want to attack SpaM. But at least he talks sense, even when rather, ahem, inebriated. So if he isn't a wolf, he can help us find them. Though some of those quiet ones are making me nervous, (she glared at those who had yet to speak) I really think we should get rid of Nilp now." Though she spoke with confidence, Panakeia really didn't like this business at all. It was with a heavy heart that she wrote
++NILPARION FELAGUND
on a sheet of paper left near the site of Elempi's demise. As she did so, Nilp left twisting on the ground, ran up, shook her hand and said, "Thank you." Panakeia groaned, almost certain that she was making a mistake. But it was too late now.
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