Eh, you let it slide this once, Mary can't really help being so ignorant of a Werewolf's pride, she's just a fucking patchwork of corpse parts, besides you need the money from this job, and who knows, maybe you can jump start your career again…

But there's still no way you're going to play in this movie the way it is! Time to turn on that charm.

"Mary, look I know you mean well and all, but come on, you can't seriously expect me to play this character! It's insulting! Make it a comedy if you must, but make a dark one at least, not some family shit. Maybe I'm some fucking relic of the past trying to hold on to days gone by, but just about all I got left in this shitty world is my balls and my pride and I'm not losing either of them!"

Mary stares at you a bit, then she addresses the wolfings.

"Alright you guys that's a wrap for today! I'll call you back when I need you, there's going to be some script rewrites, and before someone bites my head off, don't worry nobody's lost their jobs."

After the set is completely clear, Mary addresses you and strokes your facial fur.

"That was a very passionate little speech you just gave, and almost halfway civilized for you. I especially liked the part about your balls." At this point she gently caresses the twins with her other hand. "Mmm yes, I don't think I'd like you to lose those either, or THIS!"

At this point Mary grabs your big fully erect dick.

"How about you and I discuss those script changes now, Wolfie?"
"Alright, but its going to be hard for you to talk with your mouth full…"

Four hours later, you and Mary have expended your sexual energy and are in a more talkative mood.

"…and that's how I think the movie should go." You finish explaining.
"Actually that's not a bad idea; I'll certainly incorporate some of the changes you suggested. See, and that's why you'll always hold a place in my heart, Wolfie." Mary says lying next to you.
"Well, the patchwork heart that was given to you anyways Mary."
"Damn Wolf, you were doing so well there for awhile and you revert right back to asshole mode."
"It's a gift."
"Hmm, it's also why you're all alone."
"So what? I've always been a loner."
"And you're happy living like that?"
"Its worked pretty well so far, don't see any reason to change now."
"Oh come on, surely you'd like someone around as opposed to the fast ass girls I hear you still bed every now and then."
"What? You mean like a wife? Yeah right! Tried that remember, you were part of the reason why I ultimately got divorced…ah fuck it. I was having problems with that bitch and fucking around on her before we started seeing each other. Nobody's fault except my own for being stupid enough for getting married in the first place."
"Well maybe you just made the wrong choice in woman…"
"No, I didn't. I made the wrong choice period. I wasn't meant to be married, and it's not the idea of just fucking one female forever, I just value my freedom too much."
"Well I don't see how you can be happy without someone special in your life."
"Jesus fuckin' Christ, Mary what is with you getting all into my fucking business? What about you? You ain't married and you seem to be doing alright! …Or are you trying to tell me something?"

Mary looks at you with a solemn expression on her face and touches your hand.

"Wolf, things are different for me now. I spent years searching and while I've had lots of exciting and pleasant experiences in my life, but I've never felt as close to someone as I have during our time together. I might be made up of parts, but I've always felt a piece was missing when I wasn't with you. No matter where I was, you were always in my mind."
"Oh so that's what this is huh? You're feeling that something is missing in your existence so you figure you can just waltz back into ol' Wolf's life because hey he doesn't have anything going on and pick back up where we left off? Fuck that, I can say you literally and figuratively screwed the pooch on that one, baby. You ended up running off with that half a fag Dracula while I was getting all my shit taken away from me by my bitch ex-wife and sued by your goddamn no talent father!" you say and move your hand away.
"It was a confusing time for me Wolf! You know how I was, I had all these hormones injected into me and I was initially created for the sole purpose of being a sex toy! Yes, I managed to overcome, but I couldn't fight all of my initial feelings, I was also so curious about everything and anything! Dracula was a well traveled person and yes he WAS charming, I learned a lot while I was with him. I saw the world and more. You think I wanted to leave you? I loved you! Yes and I know you find that hard to believe that something Undead is capable of love, but I LOVED you!"
"Oh yeah, well if you loved me so fucking much, why the fuck did you leave?"
"Because I had to! You were stuck in your own little world, never wanting to mix with anyone, never wanting to do anything that didn't interest you, I'm a social being! I need to be around people. I don't know, maybe its because I was originally made to just stay locked in that fucking castle for that sicko Frankie and I spent so much time alone that I never wanted to be alone again. If stayed with you EVEN after your divorce and mine, I would've been trading a neglective mate, for an overly possessive one. Come on Wolf I know you. You would've been alienating everyone who looked at me with a hint of attraction. I had to let you go so I could be independent and find myself."
"Yeah, yeah, you're the fucking victim as always right Mary? Tell someone who gives a shit. Fuck this, I'm not working on this movie with you, I don't care what rewrites you do. I'm out."

You storm off, but as always Mary gets the last word.

"I can't be a victim, because you've already taken that job! You carry a chip on your shoulder the size of Gibraltar and act like the goddamn World owes you something, well it doesn't! You can't let shit go! It's why you're all by yourself! Okay Wolf, fuck me then, I was no good fucking cheating bitch that did you wrong. Fine. You talk to any of your children lately? At least the ones you know about? You got fucking sons and daughters Wolf and you've alienated ALL of them with your inflexibility and assholiness! Even Lawrence, who you once were so proud of remember? He was following in your footsteps remember? But what happened? He disappointed you by following his heart instead of YOUR bigotry!"

The name "Lawrence" is one you haven't heard in a long time and one you hoped you'd never hear again. You have to stop yourself from seriously damaging Mary for even mentioning him. Instead you just slowly turn around and attempt to calm yourself.

"Mary, you will NOT fucking utter that name again. He's fucking dead to me. You got that? He's as fucking dead as your fucking flesh! He's not a son, he's not a relative, he's not a friend!"
"Yeah, I knew you'd say something like that, I told LAWRENCE that when we talked the last time and it's so sad because he's always just wanted your approval."

What the hell? What is Mary doing talking to your fucking no good disappointment of a son who dishonored the family by marrying Irena…one of the Cat People.

You memories (Lawrence)

The Wolfman: Lawrence Talbot

One of your halfbreed sons by a human woman, however as long as the father is a werewolf then the child is still considered a werewolf. (Yes Werewolf society is patriarchal) Besides any seed of yours can't be anything else BUT a werewolf!

At least that's what you've always believed, until Lawrence. Its true some of your other sons and daughters have disappointed you in some way for your strict ideology of how a "True Werewolf" is supposed to act, but Lawrence stepped over a line that can't be dismissed as simple weakness, if anything its treason at worst and perverted mental illness at best, especially since you had such high hopes for him.

When Lawrence was a cub, he did everything he could to emulate you. You weren't in his life growing up of course since you'd long moved on before you even knew he was born, but he did everything he could to learn about you and eventually seek you out when he grew up. You remember he first arrived on one of the sets he punched out two security guards who tried to escort him off. You knew then he was one of yours. He was very excited to finally meet you and for your part you liked him too. Here he was, wanting to model his life after yours, as opposed to complaining and whining about how you weren't there for him. Truly the survival instinct mindset was strong in this one. You spent time with him when you could. Indeed you wanted to. He didn't ask for hand outs either, he wanted to prove he could do everything himself. And when his first movie opened up to glowing reviews, you were bursting with pride.

It looked like everything was going good; Lawrence might've eventually replaced you as the "Alpha Wolf" which you didn't even mind. He was worthy. You had the idea of him having cubs of his own and how one of them would also replace him when he got too old. It would've been a good legacy to be proud of…but then love got in the way.

You don't even like thinking about that dark day. The day he met that cat THING! Needless to say everything fell apart; it was also around the time of your divorce so you were really in no mood to hear his pleas for you to "understand". You disowned him immediately. He wasn't even a fucking werewolf anymore as far as you were concerned; you didn't even dirty your hands beating the shit out of him since he disgusted you so much. Eventually he faded out of sight in the movie industry, disheartened by your harsh and brutal decision, but continued his abominable relationship with that cat thing.

Years later you were invited to the wedding, but you returned it to sender with the words "PUSSY WHIPPED" in big red letters on the front.