I took it to the cash register to pay for it. They man behind the counter had his lip pierced twice, his nose once, and one of his eyebrows pierced as well. Oddly enough, he had four face piercings, but he didn’t have his ears pierced. So I dropped the $13.99 on the counter and grabbed my CD and left the store. I hopped into my pickup and ripped the CD open. I put the CD in the player and started to listen to “She Loves You” when I looked down at the CD sleeve and noticed something that didn’t look quite right.
Upon further inspection, I saw that it was autographed by John, Paul, George, and Ringo. HOLY CRAP! I just bought something for fourteen dollars that’s probably worth a couple thousand. Needless to say, I’m not the only person who would want this CD. Three large men and a woman (who was telling the guys what to do) started walking towards me, obviously in an attempt to get my CD. I put my pickup in reverse and floored it, successfully running on of the men over.
I reached my home, ran inside and locked the door. I was in no mood to fight three more people today. But, later that night, at midnight, there was a knock on my door. I opened it up and it was the three people from the place. They looked up at the sky and started smiling. Then, all three of them turned into werewolves (it just happened to be full moon that night). The small woman turned out to be the biggest, meanest wolf of the bunch.
I reached into the holster at my shoulder, pulled my pistol and started shooting at all three of them. I had the gun loaded with silver bullets for just such an occasion. So, ten minutes and three dead werewolves later, I went to bed listening to my new autographed Beatles CD. Killing mythical monsters can make you pretty tired.