
Werewolves 172 — Gremlins — Day Six
Fulton opened up his nightly can of Pepsi after another failed day of Gremlin hunting. Lousy town, I always knew they weren’t ready for the responsibility of owning mogwai. Why, if it wasn’t for me there’d be nothing but mogwai … Continue reading Werewolves 172 — Gremlins — Day Six