Werewolf: (snarling and stalking) You think your silver will kill me? I’ll gnaw your bo-OOOOOOOOO-nes!
Me: Oh, no, the silver’s just to keep you on that side of the room. We’re here to cure you!
Werewolf: Cure?! There IS no cure for lycanthropy!
Me: Sure there is! Come in, Margaret!
Margaret: James Frederick Harrison! You stop acting in such an abominable manner THIS INSTANT!
Werewolf: But, but Mom, I can’t help it, I’m a werewo—
Margaret: No son of MINE is going to be a pawn of some magical virus, James Frederick Harrison! And look at you, running around the countryside with no shirt on! Did I raise you in a barn?!
Werewolf: (tail between legs) No, I didn’t, I wasn’t trying to— wait what’s happening—
Margaret: You will stop behaving like a half-mad, flea-ridden, cow-eating lunatic and come home THIS INSTANT, James Frederick Harrison, or so help me I will turn you over my knee and tan your fuzzy hide—
Werewolf: (Abruptly demorphs into a very confused James Frederick Harrison) ?!?!? HOW?!
Me: Combined some Danish and German remedies and noticed they basically equal being yelled at by your mom.
Margaret: (beaming) There’s my boy! Now come give your mother a hug!
(A\N: Credit for bringing these unusual werewolf cures to my attention goes to @zenaquaria!)
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