Papa John's or Pizza Hut?

It was Tuesday evening in a small Georgia village. Most of the town's inhabitants were gathered together and were quite upset. Among the ruckus and roar, a couple frantic shouts could be heard:

"I won't let my children out until they're captured!"

"I say fire at will!"

"…did someone say there would be pizza here?"

Rumors were flying around about werewolves invading the town and the people were not happy. Most had been struck with paranoia and fear, and solutions were becoming more and more irrational. The problem was this: there was no proof.

There had been alleged sightings of werewolves running around. Some claim to have seen as many as four at a time. For several hours yesterday there were even rumors that Laura, the president of the town's women's society, was killed! This was quickly put to rest however, when others saw her going about her daily business yesterday evening.

The crowd's attention has been jumping around from one villager to the next throughout the day, some with enthusiastic response and others with less support. Several villagers couldn't make up their mind and had conflicting opinions throughout the day. But by the end of the day, Brandon was in trouble.

He was brought to the front of the group and unceremoniously thrown into a chair. Then they started interrogating him, only this time, there were no "good cops."

"Why don't you just transform now and attack us all?"

"…knew it was him from the start…"

"…probably ate all the pizza anyway…"

Brandon, meanwhile, kept silent. Whether he is a werewolf or not, no one knew but himself. Soon though, the pitchforks, torches, rifles, pizza cutters, and other weapons started appearing. It looked grim for Brandon.

Then, out of the blue, a loud voice roared over the crowd.

"To je dovolj!" she cried! 

It was Laura!

The mere presence of her calmed the crowd immediately. This was proof that the alleged attack on her was false. If it was false, that means there may not have been a werewolf attack after all. There may not even be werewolves.

"As Governor of this town, I hereby pardon Brandon. No one should be killed unless proof shows there are werewolves running around."

The crowd, dumbfounded, and frankly, embarrassed, put their weapons away. What got into us? they wondered. Sheesh…

Brandon, Laura, and the rest of the town quietly went back to their homes. What a strange day.

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Just after going home, however, some of the villagers started texting each other. 

"Did u see that?"

"Ya, those ppl r craycray."

"Wanna try again tonight." 

"Let's go!"

The four werewolves set off again, determined to make sure their attack goes through this time…

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Here are yesterday's vote:

Brandon: 7
Carlos: 2
Stephanie: 2
Marcos: 1