Now a little more recovered after a hair of the werewolf or two.
So picture the scene. I'm on a tube train with a blood covered Igor lurching behind me lisping and muttering. People on tube doing double-take then trying to avoid gaze. Finally have had enough of charade by Liverpool Street.
Get up to get off train, coat tails swirling. Point menacingly in best satanic preacher style and make pronouncement to happy commuters: "You Christians Destroyed My Tribe I'll Fight you till I Die" Step off train with Igor in tow...ignoring all stares and stomp off to elevator.
Sorry Mister Transport for London. Not!
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