The dog-faced mutent is hidden in the
shadows, sharpening her blade. "Listen," she woofs, "Mount
Olympus is a tough place. The rents get higher every year,
and the whole complex is crawling with dangerous dog-faced
mutents. You have the approximate body shape and
temperament I've searched for all my life, what would you
say to disappearing up the coast and starting over with
me?" "But all my friends are here." (Drink a canister of liquid and become a dog-faced mutent.) |