Becoming the TigerOctober 7th
Bob Cartman kept a tiger in a cage behind his house. He also had a big Rottweiler that lived on a ten-foot chain in the front of his property, and slept with a loaded shotgun propped against his bed. No one knew if he lived under a constant paranoia of being robbed or if it was the result of an overdose of the natural desire to display his machismo. No one bothered to ask.
The tiger was a massive male of the Siberian variety. In his ever-abundant creativity, Bob had dubbed him Stripes. The dog didn't fare much better. His name was Killer.
Stripes was a friendly cat, when he was in the right mood. Bring him out a piece of chicken and he would come up to the bars, rubbing his face against the cold metal and moaning an enthusiastic greeting. Bob liked to complain that he wasn't vicious enough, that he lacked the killer instinct of a ferocious jungle beast. He found many faults with Stripes in fact, from the cost of feeding to the habit the creature had of keeping him up
No you can't - TG TF'No you can't and you won't.'
'Yes I can!'
This discussion had gone on for a few minutes. Nathan and Dave were in Dave's apartment and they had discussed the inventions of the Turning Hour company. Dave said that he could and would buy one of their changing needles but Nathan didn't believe him. He thought Dave was too much of a pussy.
'Okay lets make a deal,' Nathan said. 'If you buy one of those needle things you can use it one me.'
'Sure?' Dave asked.
'Yeh what ever, you won't do it anyway.'
'Okay.' Dave said. He grabbed something out of his pocket and stabbed it into Nathan's arm. He poured the liquid from the needle into his arm and stepped back.
Dave saw his friend twist and turn but they had a deal. Dave had bought it way before he made the bet with Nathan but it didn't matter, Nathan was already injected.
'Stop struggling, there is no way out. I'll have to change you.' Dave said and immediately Nathan stopped.
'I don't want this, I thought you wouldn't do it.' Nathan