After taking several moments to catch your breath after the bizarre
happenings you have just been through, you stand up and try walking
around. You feel normal enough . . . well, except for those two fangs
you seem to have grown. You'll have to be careful not to bite your
lip with those. Hmmmm, speaking of biting, you feel a real desire to
put those super-size incisors to work. Too bad Barbara died... well,
perhaps there's another damsel in distress somewhere around
here...