When you got a call from Wenda, Waldo's girlfriend, that he's gone 'were', you thought it was a grammar mistake, or at best a joke. Now you're face to face with the proof; what used to be your 6ft 9 everyman kind of guy is now an 8ft werewolf, his iconic red and white shirt and blue jeans ripped from the sudden spurt, and the places where their skin was now covered in reddish brown fur.

Currently, he's docile, if not a bit panicky, now hiding in the guest room