Assigned to Mordor RPG

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

"Maybe we're werewolves." repeated Alli mockingly. "Or maybe we're just girls. Remember? The gender that can't go to the bathroom without an escort? The gender that apparently has to approve of the guys that you like? The gender that walks into your room without knocking and lays on your bed, expecting you to drop what you're doing and actually respond when they look at you with this weird look and say "So???"? This gender? You're wondering why we flock together? It's like a puzzle, and there's a piece missing, apparently from your brain. You know what will fit there and make it all make sense? Kotex! Kotex fits. Wear it."

Alli didn't like it when guys (or monsters, though occasionally they were one and the same) made stupid observations. Of course women travelled in packs. They didn't need to be werewolves, necessarily, but it helped that they usually had to plan their lives around a monthly cycle. Werewolves had the moon, girls had their own issues. Alli dreaded the day she would meet a PMSing werewolf.

Spitefully, Alli knelt by the little pond and spoke to CoD.

"Did you know that this pond is the most polluted in all of Mordor? Yeah... your entire existence is being chemically screwed up right now. Pretty soon, you'll have three eyes, fur, and you'll permanently have Bon Jovi songs stuck in your head. Enjoy, little fish."