I bet you don't have the word Werebull saved in your phone's dictionary.

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I've been having quite a few strange dreams recently. Despite having owned this house for a year, I hadn't used it as a setting until Saturday night. There was an Alien attack (I capitalized it because they were from the movie Alien even though I've never seen them), and I equipped my house with an odd security system. To start with, my yard was littered with Bullet Bill cannons. Add to that, the pet werebull that was patrolling the two acres of yard. He stayed in bull form the entire time, goring the invaders. However, I knew that he was lycanthropic. It was a knowledge born of the fact that his existence was a byproduct of the turning of my own subconscious cogs. I must admit that he didn't have a very smart human side, because his subservience wasn't based on my dominance, so I must have tricked him into some sort of honor based servitude. God only knows where I picked up the Bullet Bills. That's not the kind of thing you just pick up at Home Depot. Unfortunately, as far as the dream went, my defences were for naught. The Aliens very quickly just tore my roof off, forcing me to take shelter outside. I guess it gave me a chance to hang out with my werebull.

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