A low growl could be heard as the hulking, hairy beast pounced on him, tearing into CJ’S flesh with razor-sharp claws that protruded out of a mass of amorphous and everchanging slop that made up its body. The pain was excruciating, but beneath the flesh was a rays nest of wires and circuitry. CJ’s face started glitching, his movements became jerky and nonsensical. As he continued to convulse, his flesh and circuitry poured out of him onto the bar room floor. Creating a grotesque cybernetic mess of meat and wires. The werewolf howled as the patrons of the bar scattered in terror, leaving the cowboy-cyborg as his muscles continued to spasm on the floor.